Rage against the dying of the light ...

I didn't manage to take a photo of the eclipse today; I actually saw a perfect sliver of the sun through cloud of just the right density to make looking at it possible, but it had gone before I had the camera ready. This, instead, is a shot of three gulls perched on a chimney head as the gloom fell; when every other bird had gone silent they complained bitterly and noisily as if to protest that this was all wrong. 

Or maybe they were simply worried. You can't tell, with gulls ...