The wildlife that my dog and I see in the neighborhood Marina is unusually entertaining: sea otters with boundary issues, seagulls who really will swallow a large starfish in a single gulp, great (huge) blue herons with terrible posture and impossible patience.
Overseeing it all is the Belted Kingfisher, a theatrical dandy among birds, so well dressed in his high collared shirt. Undaunted by cold November water, he hovers, plunges, zips back with wiggling prey, all the while announcing his presence with a sharp rattling cry. He seems to prefer to fish in the morning fog, through which we watched his funny antics this morning.
(Note: I modified this painting after initially posting, and what you see now is the modified version. I think he is much more handsome now!)
2 comments:
Beautiful post--the words and the painting. I especially love your description of the great blue herons! They really do have terrible posture! ;)
Yes, he is indeed handsome! Love the color!
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