Die Qual Der Wahl/Spoilt For Choice

Just as I was turning into my street, I heard the unmistakeable chatter of the cranes.  Glasses on, and I fired off a few Fotos - see extras for the others.

And the sky was blue at 6 p.m.

And I just love migrating cranes.  Enough to make me forget my stinking cold for five minutes.  No idea if this is a new cold or just an encore from the last one.  I wish it would go away.