A vague thought went through my head (yeah, they're all fairly vague, to be honest) that I wouldn't leave the hide until I had seen one.
There were three other folk in the hide: a couple on holiday, happily counting fluffy ducklings and wishing bad things upon the Great Black-backed Gull that was threatening to eat them; and an artist painting a panoramic mural of the immediate area, complete with all manner of flora and fauna.
I was absolutely awestruck. It's one thing to have the talent to paint, but it's several others to be able to create readily-identifiable wildlife in intricate detail, in a public place, whilst happily chatting about all manner of ecological what-have-you. Not to mention suppressing the urge to ram a paint brush in the eye of the eejit leaping about, taking photographs for his blog.
|Curlews emerging from the undergrowth|
|Coot and Bogbean|
|A smorgasbord of artistic potentiality|
|Lapwings flying onto the wall|
|Snipe and Toad|
|A lady with more patience than I could possibly contemplate|
"I'm experimenting with bentonite."
"You're experimenting with Ben tonight?!"
It's a wonder I didn't inherit a paint brush in the other eye.
On the plus side, I could now leave the hide, because...
|Large Red Damselfly|
Thanks, AB, your work is truly inspirational.