Let me tell you the whole story behind yesterday's picture. A car came along and squashed that grasshopper. I felt like someone had run over my heart then...but Kinya was with me at the time, and I felt I couldn't cry. So I'd turned to go on to the park. I saw a duller-colored grasshopper on the pavement right about then, probably the mate, who had witnessed the whole thing.
I wanted to draw a good picture of the grasshopper so was careful to be accurate in drawing it then had one of the crows--if you look at the picture carefully--crying for it. I so wanted the female to see the finished drawing. But she was nowhere in sight.
So I told the mallard and carp to tell the grasshopper about the picture and stood at Corner Cove this afternoon sketching them, wondering if she might show up. But the grasshopper didn't come.
Maybe I'll see her sometime later on this week and can show her the picture.
