Starling chatter

Chilly, dull, intermittent foggy morning.  Now reading a family inherited 1959 copy of Bitter Lemons by Lawrence Durrell about his time in Cyprus from 1953-56.  I arrived on the island in 1960 and a lot of references are familiar.  Perfect escapism.
Walked Murray in the afternoon when the sun still hadn't appeared.  Hunkering down again until bed. The starlings were unperturbed.  
Have a good evening and stay safe everyone.