Dusken Crows

Outside the holiday cottage, at dusk each night, the crows gather.
There's a lot of toing and froing between two great stands of Scots Pine until the boss crow one of them decides where they're gonna spend the night.
Finally they settle down and the cacophony ceases.
It's a great spectacle and I always try to capture it - and always fail.
Those wiggly lines in the sky are the crows - in case you were wondering if I'd gone underwater :-(
Coincidentally - the nearest village to the cottage is called Auchencrowe - which translates in my little head as Awkward Crow.