January 9, 2010. The birds have been gathering, flocking by their kind. Here there are sparrows, another spot robins, ducks on the lake and then pigeons. They come together, to feed, to meet, to gather warmth. Their patterns fluctuate, random to me, as I move around them. And maybe random to them as they jockey for primacy of space and for food.Sunday, January 9, 2011
FLOCKING
January 9, 2010. The birds have been gathering, flocking by their kind. Here there are sparrows, another spot robins, ducks on the lake and then pigeons. They come together, to feed, to meet, to gather warmth. Their patterns fluctuate, random to me, as I move around them. And maybe random to them as they jockey for primacy of space and for food.
