for the birds

My daughter has always risen with the sun. No matter how dark we make her room, she is awake at dawn. "I can hear the birds," she says.

Now that she is older (well, 5), she usually lets us sleep in and reads to herself in her room or comes downstairs to draw at her art table. She must have been hearing the birds again, because here's what she drew this morning:

She had Ed Emberley's Drawing Book open for inspiration. This one is in her nest of eggs:

And I'm particularly fond of this striped beak:

I'm thinking these might appear as applique somewhere soon!