A black titmouse perched on a branch of an old birch tree, covered with young, bright green foliage. The sun's rays, breaking through the dense crown, played on its plumage, creating bizarre highlights.
The titmouse leisurely cleaned its feathers, occasionally glancing around with its shiny black eyes. The summer air, filled with the aromas of herbs and flowers, vibrated from the buzzing of insects. The branch on which the titmouse sat swayed slightly from a light breeze, rustling the leaves.
Suddenly the bird froze, alert. Its sharp gaze caught on something in the dense foliage. With a sharp movement, it fluttered up, disappearing into the green shadow. A moment later, it reappeared, holding a small caterpillar in its beak, and sat back down on the branch. Her ringing, melodic singing merged with the general chorus of forest birds, creating a unique symphony of summer.
Location of the painting:
Moscow
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