Still Game

Inspired by/competing with the drawing of a golden eagle a mate of mine did at our tiny village primary school in Wiltshire, the first thing I remember ever trying to do a “proper drawing” of was the glamorously exotic and handsome, but ultimately utterly idiotic Common Pheasant (Oddly enough, years later both of us ended up, via separate routes, supplying endless illustrations of bird life for the RSPB children’s magazine).

My Mum might still have that pheasant picture somewhere.
I remember it looking better than this one, which I did more recently. But y’know, the memory cheats.

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Wodger think?

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