A little whistle. A Latgalian with brown feathers, white tattoos and a sticker. Makes four sounds. Single.

I'm a potter in the fifth generation and I've been making these little whistles since I was little, since I can remember myself. Every bird turns out differently so I can surely say that each bird has its own song.

When my wife was a child, her father gave her svilpaunieks made of wood - a forest owlet which soon became Tatjana's favourite toy and thus also the prototype of mine. We believe that the sound of the svilpaunieks will cheer you up and remind you of your childhood.

I take a piece of Latvian clay and mould it with my hands until a little miracle is born.