progress - slow and steady...

progress – slow and steady…

The evening of the day I returned to sculpt the little owl, I went home and promptly got sick.  Perhaps sickness walloped me because I actually bragged out loud the day before that I had managed the events, stress and long flights during the past year without getting sick.  Not even once…

Then BAM.  Crud.  Couched.

Maybe it had something to do with returning to the owl?