This is a photo of my late grandparents’ backyard. In the spring, it was a colorfest of azalea bushes. This photo is from the 1960s, I think,because that stump in the middle on which that kettle is sitting was almost disintegrated by the time I was born in 1971.
But you probably notice something odd. The white patch at upper left, indicating possibly an overexposure, has a little scribble in it. Look closer and it may take on a dinosaur or birdlike shape.
Flip this photo over and you will find a wild orgy of the brethren of the aforementioned creature.
I drew these things all over everything when I was small; no book, no piece of paper, and obviously not all photos were safe from my scribbling hands. I still have no idea what compelled me to scribble on a photo, though.
I think I even called them the Birdmen then. They had round heads, round bodies, bird legs and feet and what seemed like arms and hands.
One of these seems to have a hat, and I think another might be…pooping? The one at top right is in an awful hurry to get someplace.
I thought about what these beings might look like if I had started drawing them today:
I don’t know where the Birdmen came from in my brain, but they are kinda fun. I feel bad that they’ve obviously lost their ability to fly.
Thanks for reading about the Birdmen!