Leaning on the back counter stood a young slender lynx in shorts and a vest, slowly chewing a stick of liquorice, his arms folded and observing every move the two boys down on the floor made.
Fleagan stood up. “What did you say?” And walked over to the lynx while tightening up his clothes.
“I said: You jerks oughta stop fightin',” said the lynx, chewing his liquorice.
Without warning Fleagan rammed his fist right into the lynx' face. Gasping for breath, the lynx bend down, holding his face.
“You piece of dirt better don't offend me!” Fleagan hissed, looking down on his opponent.
The feline kneeled on the floor, holding his nose with his paw. When he took it away he stared at the blood in his hand. “No one touches me,” the lynx hissed almost inaudibly and it changed into a growl as he jumped up.

- from Migratory Birds Chapter 1

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Okay, I guess lots of people are all "WTF???" right now, so let me explain...

This is the very first (!) picture I ever drew of Jiddy and at the same time one of my very first furry pictures at the same time (there are a few precursors though which I will never ever post).
So this is were the original Migratory Birds story started from and from where I developped my artistic skills as well. Actually there is a drawing by Fred Perry (of "Gold Digger" fame) underneath that.
If you compare it to anything I have done in recent times, I guess I can be a little bit proud about the progress I have made. On the other hand, it would be kind of embarrassing if I hadn't progressed in 10 years...

As this month is my official "Migratory Birds" month, there is going to be more to come!