This time it was the mallards.
When starting to sketch the Magamos (greenhead mallards) at Lower Bridge today, I heard the distinct call of the Kawasemi (kingfisher) nearby, but I couldn't see it. That irked me.
"Hey, are you doing that just to tease me?" I shouted to Peter and began to walk to the corner of the pond I could hear the whistle of the bird. Of course, by the time I got there, he had taken off somewhere else. But when I looked up, a few mallards had come swimming across the pond.
"Never mind. Just draw already."
We all went back to the others, but I had to finish drawing at least Maggie. She's probably the bird who got the other few mallards to come follow me. She's the one that encouraged the juvenile male duckling to listen to his mother altho' he looked like a female when he was little--and I saw him change gradually into the mature handsome greenhead male he is now.
Actually, I was planning on drawing him today too. But I got so cold, I almost didn't even finish Maggie before it got so cold I had to go home. That's a first. I usually get so engrossed in what I'm drawing, I don't notice anything, even mosquito bites. I guess there's always a first time for everything, isn't there?
