It seems to be a tradition that birds of a feather do flock together. I was watching them this afternoon and every five minutes they flew past in an organised group, just pigeons, nothing special.

Was it the blue skies that was their inspiration. Actually it was not.

It was the neighbouring field that the farmer had harvested. There was still plenty to discover and they were enjoying a few tasty bits and pieces they found.

FOWC with Fandango: Tradition