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The knots that make magic

P1020204Oh it’s grey, grey, colourless bleak on the beach in these dying hours of the year. The waves, the sky, the land – even the little birds feeding down at the tide’s edge disappear in the dirty half-light. Monochrome. Cheerless.

And then they rise up and you’re mesmerized and smiling. They flash quicksilver white, swarming sky-high in a throng of thousands, diving and twisting, catching light you didn’t know was there. There’s a rush of wings and they’re bearing down, funneling a wind as they flock over and around, and suddenly silence. And then another synchronized spiral of wings and they disappear to lifeless cloud.

Happy, mercurial little knots, you have made magic in a grey day.


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  1. My neighbor teases me for preferring the overcast, gray damp days and tells me it’s my Scottish blood. Aye, thank you.

    January 4, 2014
  2. Best for 2014 Nancy, x

    December 30, 2013
  3. What are they? Beautiful photos!

    December 30, 2013
    • Thank you. They’re called knots. They breed in the arctic and come here for the winter.

      December 30, 2013
      • Thanks for that. I love birds of all sorts.

        December 30, 2013

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