Although I love the song of tui, morepork, and shining cuckoo, this fellow's music is my favourite. He usually sings at dusk on the top branch of the Cupressus leylandii. But now that we are catless for the first (and longest) time ever, the birds are coming slowly into the garden. This one sat on the top of the strawberry pot for a long time, eyeballing me through the window as I painted, and finally after three minutes decided it would be safe to come down the last 50 cm and look for worms in the compost.
This is what I'm painting, by the way. What do you think of it? It's much more photographic than I usually paint, but I just felt like doing a bit of the old ultra-realism. The odd greeny-purple was a good challenge. It's quite small: 28 cm x 19 cm. I think it's nearly finished.
It's based on some photos I took of the lily pond at Rudyard Kipling's home, 'Batemans', in East Sussex.