beauty
I stood and watched, agape as the birds lifted from the trees in unison. They were flying in group patterns. Their wings would beat in unison, a small flutter of a thousand feathers to turn, a long swoop, glide, flutter, turn. There were hundreds of them, the sky was filled with birds turning in patterns, merging and separating.

They were dancing, riding the wind just above ground, whirling and pivoting. A thousand bodies in unison.

I wonder how they know which way to go.

This is the Thanksgiving Hiatus! I hope the Holidays find you with family and some good, home cooked fud. I won't be back till Sunday or Monday. Blessed be.