I can’t get my mind off of birds these days. They’re at my feeder and nesting in my kiln shed and in my hanging planters; they’re looking in my window in the morning. There’s a particularly aggressive bluebird who sees his own reflection in our kitchen window and attacks it, over and over again, from his perch on top of our patio umbrella, until the sun shifts and moves the reflection away. The birds make me happy, and so they’ve made their way into my pottery. I’ve also invented somethBird Cupsing I call a “Bird Friend Cup,” meant to be given to a friend, just because. Two little birds, perched on the rim of a cup, being friends. What could be nicer?