Gibraltar

Taken from up by the vet.

Poor Buster has a cancerous lump on his throat, which is getting bigger. He is on some strong medicine and the vet wanted to see if it was having any effect. After waiting for an hour, we were told to come back on Thursday.

On our way out, I stopped to shoot the Rock. I could hear the flock of parakeets coming and sure enough into the frame they flew, making an extraordinary racket. Two shots later and they had gone overhead, aiming for some trees. 

I stitched that shot to my first image to make a panorama.

The wind has abated somewhat, so it's off to the beach for me to read and work on my tan.