Dog Blog 11

As I go outside “to go potty” and Wendy shouts in the background, I notice a capacious flock of birds maybe black starlings? I’m not sure, flying in a methodical arrow formation above the beauteous trees along the trajectory of Gleneagles.  As I watch, they draw close together to form a dark quivering orb; for an instant they appeared freeze framed as if Wendy just pressed pause and just as I thought they would surly fall, they scattered like dispersed gunshot across the Highland evening ominous sky.


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