It was a quiet day at the lake, not much happening. Some seagulls were cleaning up the last of the bread that children had brought on their way to school. The Heron had arrived but hadn't taken up his usual statuesque stance staring into the water, waiting for an unsuspecting fish. Instead, he stood gazing across the lake. It was definitely an uneasy calm; you just knew, somehow, that something was going down.
Suddenly, over at the left bank, all hell broke loose. There was lots of honking and white feathers flying. The perpetrator made a run for it with his adversary in hot pursuit. All the ducks and small waders scarpered; well you don't want to get in the way when the big guys are having a barney!
Well that's how I remember it! As luck would have it, I had my camera with me and managed to capture the scene. I couldn't wait to get home to paint it. Here it is:
This painting was bought recently by a lovely lady called Sheila. I'm delighted to know that it has gone to a good home!
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