Some birds were made for poems. Keats had his nightingale, Poe his raven. The European bee-eater’s life is more like an epic novel, sprawling across continents, teeming with familial intrigue, theft, danger, chicanery, and flamboyant beauty.
|Subject||2.4 × 2.5 cm, Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|