...do:

see black spots. Loads of. And no, it's not dirt on the lens, it's birds!
This is a small part of 3 million bramblings during their winter vacation in a village nearby over the hills and far away.

At late afternoon each day since 4 weeks they gather, getting ready for the spectacle of seeing a certain amount of weirdos on a meadow. Those all dressed in jackets of doubtful taste, weaponed with umbrellas (against you can imagine what), waiting with binoculars and cameras for the show to begin, behaving like watching shooting stars.

Meanwhile, the same amount of villagers learned fast, selling mulled wine and waffles to the weirdos, enjoying the touch of the outside world.
And when the birds will leave, the village will fall again in the Big Sleep.


I do like birrrrds.