Times Are Good Or Bad, Happy or Sad

When we lived in Glasgow, I used to catch the bus from the bottom of Hope Street and as I stood there I used to watch the murmuration of a thousand starlings as they circles and danced in the skies around Central Station.

I would stand open mouthed and watch and listen to the amazing show in the sky, and no one else seemed to bother with it. I would poke the occasional random stranger and point up to the sky and say "Can you see that? " And they would glance up, and say "Oh". And then get on with staring into the road in front of them.

I headed out this afternoon, to grab a photo while there was still light, and spotted crows heading to roost in the woods, but the light just wasn't brilliant enough. I spotted a shower at the Heads of Ayr, but the sky was too dark and I'm not good enough with the settings to capture the wonder of that sheet passing the sky.

So I went to the lovely harbour - because there was an amazingly weird sunset. Dark clouds, light clouds, and a big orange glow from behind them.

But while I was there, in between the dance of the seaward bound seagurls, I spotted a little cluster of starlings; and as the Seagurls floated on the breeze, and drifted in and out...closer to the sea and farther from the land, the starling cluster grew, and grew.

I watched their dance and tried to figure out who was leading, and who was following. I snapped loads of shots, and I figured it out. Ever Dr Smiley Face Floppy Fringe hasn't worked it out - the Starlings are Dancing a DNA Strand... and it's constant movement.

Am not sure whose DNA it is, or what it symbolises, but these Starlings obviously know a whole lot more than they are letting on.