Echo

a groggy day. Outside the world failed to brighten or warm.

Down by the Forth, I thought that it would be quiet, I was wrong. And then there was a full scale military skirmish between a few crows and a flock of gulls over a discarded picnic. "That was to be my blip," said he, crossing his fingers in the hope that something would be in focus(ish) and interesting. And there was, a choice of three...

Unfortunately there was also this which meant the birds remain only as a lost blip.....

this one is better seen in large