Red rose in the rain

Stormy weather

corellas in the spin they're in

corellas in appearance of formation/yet crazed within too fast for the camera's eye

The sound of hundreds of the screaming birds drew me to run out of the house to try to capture images of them in the earliest hour before business hours. In a great unison they flew like quicksilver out of the massive gumtrees beside the lagoon and swarming in return tried to perch themselves on the highest of the branches of the gum trees, crowding and squalling as if they could not fit their population in the trees and swooped away again. Their trajectory of flight was as if they on an elastic band with a weight and the band equipped with a tension light enough to allow the cluster attached to it its dramatic curve, but with an inevitable return they screamed around where they must and bumped and jostled helpless to resist the conformity. Some might fall from the sky and they screamed louder and returned, fought and launched themselves away again, only achieving another curvature however beautiful helpless. Most seemed maddened and they broke into rapidly disappearing groups. Each screamed as they vanished. None were left in the original host tree I suddenly saw that was as empty and as silent as it was once occupied with no room left for another and shrieking.