Sometimes I go out by myself, and I look across...

I used to get the bus from the bottom of Oswald Street.

As I stood at 5.15 I used to look down towards the river, and there, over the George IV, a million starlings would gather and perform the nightly ritual of their murmuration.

I would stand, often missing any choice of my buses ... just to watch them for a little longer. I would glance around smiling at my pleasure, but no one else seemed to watch, or care.

When I moved down the coast, the evening murmurations at the marina were equally amazing- here they had the back drop of 100 masts, with Arran in the back ground, lit by the most glorious sunsets. Each murmuration, led to several claims from boat owners who were on standing under the masts.

Tonight, I found a new one. I had spotted some of them last week,but their times change with the sunset... and of course the clock change threw them tonight. Delighted I watched as they swooped and dove, and gathered and separated, moved and combined, and eventually all flew into the air and dispersed.

I'm not even sure where they go, they just seem one moment to be there and then gone.

It's the little things.