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Ohhhh, the Godfather bird.

A miserable, loathsome creature that haunted my mornings in the insomnia-plagued summer of '06. Most insomniacs, I think, grow to resent birds and their chirpy, senseless twittering--which I won't argue, is annoying in it's own right. --But THIS bird... oh, this bird was far worse.

It’s call, though piercing, was not light or twittering. It, rather, honked.

”HOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooowaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA AAAAAAAAH!” --to my nearest approximation. Repeatedly. Incessantly. Beginning at sun-up and commencing, non-stop, throughout the day. For. Hours. At. A. Time.

--This particular sketch is my best estimate to the appearance of the bird—homely. Grudgingly so—with a barrel-chested thickness amounting to a sizable lung-capacity that alone can account for the degree of it’s wailing.

Drawn via Wacom in Photoshop one afternoon—while watching the Godfather on DvD (hence the detestable creature’s title).

Description
Ohhhh, the Godfather bird.

A miserable, loathsome creature that haunted my mornings in the insomnia-plagued summer of '06. Most insomniacs, I think, grow to resent birds and their chirpy, senseless twittering--which I won't argue, is annoying in it's own right. --But THIS bird... oh, this bird was far worse.

It’s call, though piercing, was not light or twittering. It, rather, honked.

”HOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooowaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA AAAAAAAAH!” --to my nearest approximation. Repeatedly. Incessantly. Beginning at sun-up and commencing, non-stop, throughout the day. For. Hours. At. A. Time.

--This particular sketch is my best estimate to the appearance of the bird—homely. Grudgingly so—with a barrel-chested thickness amounting to a sizable lung-capacity that alone can account for the degree of it’s wailing.

Drawn via Wacom in Photoshop one afternoon—while watching the Godfather on DvD (hence the detestable creature’s title).