Tired Hunter

The hunter has dropped onto a stone by a bare tree, tipped back against the trunk with both arms folded around his gun, the butt set on the ground. His straw hat has slid sideways, the head is thrown back, eyes shut and mouth open. He wears a checked shirt with rolled sleeves, a red waistcoat and grey trousers, a cartridge belt coiled by his leg beside his boots. A dog stretches out at his foot and a bird perches on the bare branch.