The backsides of two bullocks grab the warm evening sun and become walking terracotta canvasses. Disappearing around the reeds they rustle the swan into alertness. She glances over her shoulder as they pass noisily.
Herons have been swooping over and back from their nest to their fishing spots around the shoreline all day long. At this time of the evening they seem slower and more lumbering. Not too many more trips across the lake now before we will all sleep.
It's just so good to be here tonight.