Saturday, November 24

the mumuration

the murmuration



the murmuration



the murmuration



On thursday night, on the way to a thanksgiving feast. You could hear the swish of a hundred thousand wings as they swooped above. It was just a fluke I had my camera out flipping through some photos.


I regret that we didn't pull over to watch for longer. We just sat in awe while the light was red and it was like sitting under a giant moving parachute of birds. Then we drove on.



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