Last train to the Island of Misfit Toys!
I watched a squirrel manipulating a plastic, yellow egg. Little nails twisting and pulling. The sounds of treasure inside swirling around and around. Squirrel brain breaking between the choice of the golden egg he couldn’t carry and smartly running for his life.
Emptiness and refuse in pastels!
I’m pretty sure this one is a robin. I see them leaning against the wall and chest thumping over there by the garage all the time.