Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Up the road, afternoon.

Out of the mudded maize stalks rise flocks of birds, voices rippling and chuckling: thrushes, larks, finches, but so mixed up and quick and winter-brown I can't tell them apart.

2 comments:

Rouchswalwe said...

What caused them to take flight?

Lucy said...

Just us walking past! But they always seem very flighty and excitable when they're just arrive and coming together. Nobody chased them, honestly...