Ferald Drawing By The Waterfall

There's a time when the creative spirit takes over, and you enter into a place where you want to get into yourself. Let ideas flows, and create something fanciful that only you can claim to be you own. For Ferald, this place lies just beyond a small willow grove. This isn't just any ol' place, it's set amid Woodzley's biggest waterfall. It is where creativity meets the soothing sound of nature's ever flowing water. This liquid of life serves as the backdrop to an even greater creative flow. Ferald brings along with him some crayons, a blank piece of paper and an imagination a mile long. He is upbeat and his happiness comes from the drawing that he sees before him. This is where he creates him own world. There is nowhere that he cannot go, nothing that he cannot do, he can become as unruly as he wants to be. Images collide, colors cascade...and we witness something that wasn't there before. His mind is a vast realm now, the crayon is his rocket-ship and the paper is his launching pad. Art is his next destination to anywhere he wants to go. Now he is ready to take off!

Ferald and Mizz Ladybug

Her name is Mizz Ladybug, and the sea of sunflowers that stretches clear across an entire field, all belongs to her. She attends to and nurses every single sunflower on her arable land. She is the Queen and there is no King...this is where she rules. So what does this have to do with Ferald? Well, those sunflowers are the crunchy kind that Ferald likes to eat. Not to mention, he likes to play among them and lose himself within the sunflower patch like a maze. When he finally finds his way out, he usually takes a nap, the big sunflowers make for a very shady resting place. But what of Mizz Ladybug, she'll have none of this. No  eating, no frolicking...and no napping at all near her flowers. So what's a ferret to do, simple, chase her away until she stops nagging? But for now, let's sit back and watch Mizz Ladybug reprimand Ferald.   

Ferald and The Evil Butterflies

From afar, they look like the beautiful insects that we have come to know butterflies to be. Do not trust your eyesight just yet. For these butterflies had their legs plucked from them, doomed to forever flutter about and never land. When they tire...they cannot rest. When they are sleepy... they cannot sleep. They guard the flowers on their land, with the willingness to defend it like a small army. Leave it to Ferald to not only eat their sunflowers, but take a nap on their grassy arable land--not knowing what lies ahead for him.

Ferald At The Edge

One small step for Ferald, one giant fall for mammal kind. There's only one ferret whom I know, who has a knack for finding the most uncanny adventures. And in doing so, he has taken the term "go fly a kite" quite literally. At the edge of Woodzley, in the space in between ground and sky, an event is about to take place that will go awry. His friends out of sight will watch everything unfold before their eyes. Up high he will sail, pass the baffled pigeons he will fly, for the upbeat and unruly one is about to cry. With his pals on the ground, just standing around and thinking to themselves...is this the day that our fine ferret will finally perish. A gust of wind stops, a yellow fur bearer drops, into a body of water is where he stopped. So let us all rejoice and play, and put behind us this awful day...now that we can see that Ferald is okay.        

Fruit Born Flowers

Here's a watercolor painting that I did entitled Fruit Born Flowers, I dedicate it to my favorite season, Spring. A pear giving birth to flowers.

Ferald and The Bunnies

 

The Bunnies are busy hopping all around and hiding their painted Easter Eggs all over Woodzley. Ferald is always excited about Easter, because he likes to get dressed up in his bunny suit, to go look for these hidden colorful eggs. It isn’t just being surrounded by bunnies that’s making Ferald smile from ear to ear. He has stumbled upon a very big and wonderful Easter Egg. Ferald shows it off to The Bunnies, they seem very interested in it, because they don’t remember hiding such a large egg. It’s a lot bigger than the eggs that The Bunnies are use to seeing. In fact, it’s the biggest egg any Bunny has ever seen. Ferald takes it home with him to his hollow log house. As soon he gets home, the egg begins to shake and jiggle, crack apart and wiggle. Something begins to break out of the shell, leaving Ferald baffled at what it could be—and out pops a smelly creature staring at him with orange eyes!

Ferald and Pozzum

Even Ferald has chores to do. He usually wash his clothes down by the river's edge. He would wash his blue hat, his blue shirt and even a few socks for those cold nights. No one likes their toes to be cold, that's for sure. After washing his clothes, he would walk back to his clothes-line. Then  hang them up to dry. It seems to Ferald surprise, he has a visitor by the name of Pozzum and she simply adores Ferald. She pretty much likes to hang upside down on just about anything. Pozzum says hi to him "Hi, Ferald." Ferald says hello to her "Hello, Pozzum." Then Ferald walks away leaving her hanging there...blowing in the wind...like leaf on a vine.  

Ferald's Bubble Bath

Isn't it soothing to be outside among the green grass, in the middle of complete silence, taking a bubble bath? Ferald thinks so. Well, almost silent, except for maybe a small whippoorwill named Birzy, who likes to stomp around in a puddle of water. Splash goes his little feet! When you're an upbeat and unruly adventurer like Ferald, this is the best way to end your evening and become one with nature. Bubbles can be seen from far and wide. In this part of Woodzley, every story ends with a clean golden yellow fur bearer, in a tub of soapy water washing the rest of his day away.         

Ferald and The Pesky Crows

It's a clear and peaceful day in Woodzley, and all Ferald wants to do is eat his lettuce sandwich in peace. But when a few bothersome and bantering crows--hear the crackling sound of Ferald munching on his sandwich, they waste no time to try and swindle a free hearty meal. Ferald can't seem to get rid of them, and the sound of KA-KAW KAW  is echoing everywhere! As these quipping crows become his problem of the day. Could it be that the best way to stop one from annoying you--is to simply ignore them. Should Ferald share his sandwich with a bunch of pesky crows...would you?

Above And Below

 

Here's a watercolor painting that I did entitled Above And Below.

Ferald Reading Amid The Sunlight

Hmm...what kind of books do you think Ferald likes to read? Well, you need not wonder anymore. There's nothing he likes reading more about than...Bunny Rabbits! Big bunnies, small ones, pink bunnies, blue ones, fluffy bunnies, smooth ones and even silly bunnies. Somewhere in Woodzley, before the sun begins to set, Ferald finds a nice comfortable spot to sit, and then he reads his favorite book for hours. He can read the same silly bunny story over and over again. He enjoys the pictures most of all, looking at the art of bunnies hopping, tumbling and acting a fool, brings a smile to this ferret's face. As the sun begins to set, as it does every evening around this time, the sunlight becomes too dim for Ferald to continue reading. He close his bunny book and scurries on home to his hollow log house. There at home, when he's off to sleep, he dreams about all of the bunnies that are running around inside of his head.

Ferald's Goodies

             

           Chocolate and strawberries he can never bake enough,

           Hazelnuts and cream pies and other sweet stuff,

           Cupcakes and lime marmalade with a cherry on top,

          Carrot cakes and lemon pies--Oh, I hope he never stops!

So begins Ferald's cooking spree to throw the biggest party ever. Not for anyone in particular, but for the very place where he grew up, Woodzley. Every creature great and small is invited. It's an all out celebration for one's love of nature. You can find Pozzum, Birzy, Kingston, Mr. Wiggly and even Sahsha at the festival. You'll also find some of the fluffiest and sweetest treats that you've ever laid your peepers on. All baked with love from the upbeat and unruly Chef Ferald. Every delicious morsel, every creamy crumb and every mouth watering goody, prepared to perfection by his own two little hands. Nothing gets wasted around here, every crumb that falls to the ground is picked up by the ants, whom also have a sweet-tooth for what's yummy. So gather yourselves, put your worries aside--if not for just a day. Sit down, relax awhile--and I hope that you will enjoy your stay.    

Ferald's Frantic Fish

There are boundless streams, ponds, lakes and rivers swirling around throughout Woodzley. I can assure you, that it won't take long before Ferald finds an adventure amid its waterways. Usually, he allows nothing to stand between him and having a little fun, but even in shallow waters...there's always one or two frantic exceptions to the rule. Swim pass the floating twigs, the lily pads and the seaweed all rolled into a cluster. Go ahead, splash around and feel the soothing water trickle down your face. Just don't fall in...thinking that the native fish will take kindly to your untimely visit.      

Ferald's Ice-Cream Beach Delight

Life is a beach for Ferald. On one of the hottest days of the year, you'll find him relaxing under the sun, and gulping down an ice-cream soda. He gets up pretty early to be by himself, there's nothing like pretending that the entire beach belongs to you. And nothing more satisfying than having the sand beneath your paws, and feeling the weight of the world being lifted off your shoulders. A lingering calm comes over the sky, as the seagulls make their daily round. In its splendor, the atmosphere can warm your heart, and you can lose yourself in a picturesque realm. Ferald doesn't do anything in the heat of the moment, instead, he does it all for the cool in him.

Ferald's Hula Wreath

Ferald can be a silly one during the Holiday Season. It's pretty much a given he'll empty out his closet, and string together some colorful light bulbs. He'll do his best to set up his Christmas Tree and deck those halls and all that stuff. But what he'll usually end up with, are bulbs all tied and stuck together to his Christmas Wreath. Ferald will do his best to untangled the bulbs, and in the process, he'll end up decorating himself from head to toe. Who needs a Christmas Tree when you have a Christmas Hula Wreath wrapped around your waist. Now, it's time to run outside and let all of his friends see what he's made of himself...and say to them...Merry Christmas!

Ferald's Candle Light

A little light shines in the hand of Ferald. There is something out there lurking in the dark, it leaves behind a stinch that singes the nose. Ferald must investigate to find out what it is. It gets awfully dark behind the shadows of the trees from within Woodzley. Ferald takes with him a single beacon of light, that shines through the gloom like a firefly in the night. But what is it that's out there, what foul creature lurks in this part of Woodzley? Suddenly, something emerges from the water of the pond, there's movement from behind the bush. Ferald is scared and his candle light is at its wick's end. His light goes out...and the dark claims him.

Ferald and The Christmas Boobies

Whimsical blue-footed boobies whom only appear where there is snow. They do not talk, not even a whisper, they communicate through the movement of their head. It may be one to a hundred of them at any given time. They seem to show up whenever Ferald is alone. They also travel beneath the surface of the snow, to get from one place to another. After an encounter with some of these little boobies, and in need of a few gifts to give. Ferald decides to give each of his friends a blue-footed booby as a Christmas present.

Ferald: The Smooth Ferret

Is Ferald and The Smooth Ferret one and the same? His friends doesn't seem to think so, and Ferald claims that he doesn't know who this Smooth character is. It's a wonder that he and The Smooth Ferret are never in the same place at the same time. Is this all an elaborate hoax put on by Ferald, or does he have two very different personalities? It's a mystery that baffles the mind, and I'm sure that someday the mystery will unfold. 

Ferald Sleeping

Ferald's days are long...but his nap times are short. When you do manage to find him sleeping peacefully, he's usually lying in the grass just beyond the sunflower patch. On hot Summer days like this, he likes to feel his shiny golden fur blowing in the Summer's breeze. You can't help but wonder, what does a ferret dream about when he is asleep. What is Ferald dreaming about at this very moment? Well now, let us step away softly as not to disturb him, I'm sure he'll tell us all about his dream when he awakes.

Ferald's Taste Of Rain

With an umbrella in hand, Ferald races outside into the pouring rain. He doesn't let the rain keep him indoors. He believes that every raindrop holds a secret, and with every taste of a raindrop, that secret is revealed to him. As a series of events takes place each time he taste a raindrop, he sees into the past and future of the world around him. All under the watchful eyes of Pozzum, as she narrates us through this storm of enlightenment.