Birds Of A Feather . . .

Just picked up my new glasses this afternoon and drove past what was, until a couple of days ago, a frozen pool of slush and snow on a building site. Now it's a bright blue pond, occupied by a pair of basking geese and dozens of squawking, skittish seagulls. Hmm, thought I, "Nice blip here, it'll make a change from derelict buildings". Crept out of the truck, lifted the camera, the geese honked, the gulls scattered far and wide and within a couple of seconds, the pond was clear, apart from a solitary goose who couldn't be bothered to move . . .