Saturday, November 26

A Murmuration

There we were coming back from a three day break in Suffolk, just driving past the Hen Reed Bed and on our way to Blythburgh with the water on the left. The winter sun just setting behind the reed beds.

There were people standing gazing heavenwards and we assumed that they were twitchers or at the least birders....but no...suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spotted what they were watching...

...the dance of the starlings....

That takes your breath away.

Who ever told them to do such a complicated and glorious sort of combined flying?
No don't answer that.
I want to keep the memory intact.

Forget "Strictly"....we stood amazed and it took me a while to gather myself together to take these pics. The best and closest was over but these were pretty darn wonderful as they moved away out over the water.

And then ...they were gone....

Down into the trees on the far side of the marshes.

Tuesday, November 22

The Back Yard

Welcome to the yard.

We have been trolling around a bit recently...and time has slipped away as only time can.
So apologies if anyone thought that I was giving up the art of is an art maybe...does anyone agree?
Anyway I was really moved to see how the dying of the plants actually made the yard today look quite mystical.
That's all !
Busy now 'til the weekend lovely fellow bloggers.

I hope you all keep well and have fun!

[By the way I keep forgetting to point out the book on the side bar..... the family now know what they are getting for Christmas!]