Inspired by a flight of birds.

There were at least half a dozen of them, as fat as wood pigeons, but beige chests with a flash of white on their wings. They cackled argumentatively as they flew high in the trees - and then they were away.
A passing dog walker suggested it was jays I had seen. Yes! Of course they were! But so many together?
There was no time for a blip but this treasured feather found close by last autumn might have belonged to one of them.