The Bird of the Golden Land. For Kirstie

The Bird of the Golden Land. For Kirstie

Well thank you very much, Love the horse and the story. :)

You're welcome. Pleased you like it.

Your gallery and work is quite excellent Michael full of interest and beautiful painting

Dennis, thank you so much for inspiring me on. You are the man, the sailor, and all the nice girls love you.

Love your work, comments and humour Michael.. e.g 'all the nice girls love the sailor' :) Such a good illustration. That horse, especially his legs, is wonderful!

Thanks Louise. Pleased you like it.

The whole piece has such animation Michael, the horse is brilliant, he looks as though he's not too keen on whatever is following him from 'that other place'. Love the story!

Fascinating folklore and depiction, Michael, Will look up O'Faolain's stories....My guess is that the beautiful bird died of a broken spirit in captivity?

Thanks Ruth. I love the metaphor of a bird as 'feedom'.

Hi Kirstie. Hope you're well. I am painting but not as much at the moment. Some self portraits in watercolour. I'm going through a phase-change, several health issues to sort out in the next six months or so. Kind of relaxing into that. So I just pulled back a bit. Have hardly looked at the site for ages as I thought it was getting a bit too routine. I still see comments in my emails. Thanks for asking. I wasn't too sure it was the right place for my humour as not everyone appreciates it like yourself. You've made me think though, so I will probably give it another go soon. I'll put my social comment thinking cap on and try to avoid introducing more of my imaginary girlfriends. Thank you.

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Drawing ink. Another classic Irish story from O'Faolain. There was once a king of Ireland who had three sons. A beautiful bird used to visit the king from time to time and would sing the most beautiful song ever heard from any bird in Ireland. Nothing pleased the king so much as to hear the bird sing. He called it The Bird of the Golden Land. The king told his sons that whichever one brought him the bird to live in his castle would be given his crown. After many years trying to find the bird one of the sons captured it from people in another place and brought it back to the king in a cage.

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Michael McManus

I was born in 1946. In the 1960s and part of the 70s I was an airman in the Royal Navy, Fleet Air Arm. I joined Durham Constabulary in 1971. In 1999 I retired from policing and began teaching sociology and criminology at Durham University with emphasis on policing and researching crime. I've just…

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