This is an Eastern Bluebird illustration. They used to come to bird houses in my grandma’s backyard. You could sit and watch them work constantly to build a nest and then feed their young. They would work as a team – tirelessly. I once found a dead male under a feeder in the coldest part of Winter. Turns out that they can actually freeze to death. It must be brutal to survive in the wild as a tiny bird.
About Mac McRae
I am a digital illustrator who specializes in whimsical monsters and critters. My blog is out of date like my work.