Starlings

During Autumn we had been treated to a few small murmurations.  Nothing like those that outed the power in that part of Ayrshire that F read to me about - just a few hundreds that gather each evening and swirl about like one of the mythical Obscurus things in Fantastic Beasts .... (we watched that the other night; none so fantastic as me of course!)

Just on sunset last night this tree had starlings.  Lots and lots of starlings. I know because we could hear them, see them, and see evidence of their presence thick on the ground underneath.  They might have been gathering to plan their next performance, or perhaps they'd finished and were roosting and settling down to a good old gossip about the day just spent.

We did think those blokes sitting under the tree are either teflon coated or had no idea the risk they were running.  All it would take would be one of those LOUD motorbikes to backfire just about there.. (it's right where the bikers accelerate too).