Turned out nice again

One of those mornings. I find it slightly spooky watching thousands of woodpigeons flying silently south high in the woodpigeonosphere. It's like they're running....from something unseen and terrible. And so silent. When they're that high you don't immediately notice them but, when you do, everywhere you point the binoculars there are little black specks fleeing the coming apocalypse.

One Hawfinch past the house. Sundry Redwing ravaging the Rowan.