One of the things I can be relied upon to say,
as I struggle to find anything to like about
this time of year is,
At least the flies have gone.
But here is a sight to add to my glass half empty -
a murmuration over marshes at dusk.
First they flew past us
in a continuous stream.
Then the line coalesced into an ovoid,
before swooping down to roost for the night.
This sequence took just 15 seconds.
We were so lucky to catch it as we drove past.