Sedge Warbler singing

Sedge Warblers remind me of Dawn Chorus day, when I often visit a local nature reserve in the outskirts of the city. The heavy sky of dawn, these feisty migrants just arrived, perched on prominent positions, delivering their screechy, mimetic, loud and angry phrases, bursting into the air for a final flourish of flight song. Their throats are a vivid orange red, like little flames, I think they should be called Firethroats, but there is already another bird call that!

Sedge warbler burst

I started this in the summer and forgot about it it. It is a Sedge Warbler I watched bursting into its song flight from a dry flower stems in the large bed of Rosebay Willowherb at the North of the reserve. I thought of using watercolour to bring about the bright red mouth of the bird onto the painting, but I think it is going to stay as a pencil sketch.