Oil on canvas – 10,70 x 16,18 inch – Unique work – SOLD
It is the old, old story again. Juliette uses her overly forceful and abrupt language when telling me: “Romeo, as you are the male, it’s up to you to find a roof for our future offspring! “. And I will do it without arguing.From January, just after Christmas and New Year events, I go looking for the best residential area, close to the places we already have our little habits. Ages to poke around. Ages without any results. Ages feeling over my shoulders, the disappointed look of my beloved.
On a fierce frosty morning, the place showed up, out of the blue. An apple tree, recently shaped, with short and strong branches, high enough. I fly back using my poor frozen wings, willing to announce the good news to Juliet and provide a guided tour asap regarding the benefits of such surroundings I have spotted at a glance due to so many years of experience. I get quickly on top of a telly antenna where she stands and her warm and bewitching welcome encourages me for the flight back at once. I tell her that the garden seems peaceful with plenty of worms, a fountain filled with clear water near the future nest and that it’s an inhabited house only on weekends. The whole thing, within reach of our previous house, so we are dealing with a familiar hunting land. My persuasive speech convinced Juliette, the sun rays on the green shoots sealed the deal. With the season around the corner, no time to waste. Sharing the tasks, we bring a branch, a little foam and … our nest is never incredibly challenging. We don’t act like experienced architects. For decades, we’ve always put an option on an easy but reliable solution to continue our offsprings. A little more effort and we are finally settled.
Without even being aware of it, Juliette incubates our gorgeous eggs. At any early warning sign, I am replacing my wife. Time goes by that way. Then the little ones break their eggshell and chilly, protect themselves under our down and squeak eagerly for food. And Juliette, satisfied, with her loving eyes staring at me, says: “Oh Romeo, my sweet lovebird! “.
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