ink, wash, crayon
I'm happy drawing things that are very far away. It forces a selective brevity. Also, the restlessness of the birds forces me to only fuss about their essence and not their superficial presentation. How they contrast with the solid and overlapping trees!
Trees are content (for the most part) being trees. But when a flock of blackbirds lazily slides overhead, the trees pull at their roots and try to hitch a ride. They have to content themselves with being the solid and stable ones in this relationship --as ordained by the Creator. The trees will bear nests and the marvelous talons of resting birds. This is why trees do not fly.