Appreciate the honesty Ken. You're right, it's quite tough to stop moving around the pic but, to some extent, I don't mind that, bearing in mind the species. Redshanks move in a very 'birdlike' way when they're feeding like this. It's all pointy and sharp, staccato almost, so the little pointy brushstrokes maybe help to convey that. That is, I admit, post-rationalisation, but it seems valid somehow.
My original intent was simply to provide a setting for a bird portrait that showed the type of habitat that I encounter these birds in in the spring - flooded field edges where the grass still grows and sticks its shoots out through the surface of the standing water along with the larger leaves of dock (I think it's dock).
Moving on to a tawny now, just to make use of my time with the Kensington owls really, and as an excuse to paint another bit of tree!
Despite the major project of laying a new kitchen floor (thanks to 'the foreman' for that little delight!) I have managed to get out a for bit this morning. It's still cold and grey here mostly and this morning the wind took the temperature back to November again but there was plenty going on on the reserve. I spotted an immature peregrine sitting on a slight ridge around half a mile distant and just managed a quickie before he took off and powered up high and far. I kept the scope on him but even so, he was just a speck when I watched him attack a starling (?) that happened by at the wrong time. He missed.
A lovely male kestrel was hopping from post to post, probably after earthworms brought to the surface by the seemingly constant rain we've been having.
The prize for me though was an hour spent watching the male barn owl. At first he was sat on a little tussock with his back to me but after about half an hour of inactivity, (during which time my fingers damn near froze), he got down to some serious hunting. I didn't get out to the hides because I'd spent too long with the barn owl but that didn't matter, I mean when you've got a barnie to watch do you really need anything else?
Mike