I forgot my camera at work, so posting has been non-existent. I finally brought it home today. I was at my mom's last week and she's been moving things around. She found an art project I did when I was in ninth grade. I'm trying to remember why I made the choice to paint the clay owls with regular paint instead of firing them with a glaze. I think it had to do with instant gratification. I've never been a very patient person.
Anyway, here they are--along with another critter (too bad about the beaks):