Sometimes the birds are clumped together. Sometimes, they are flying solo. Usually, though, they are flying in small groups. All pass silently overhead, earnest to get to their destination before nightfall. I can watch, mesmerized, for the entire spectacle. Poor Kali, whose eyesight is nowhere as good as mine and who has lots of "floaters," only sees the occasional bird and doesn't understand my open-mouthed astonishment.
|Curiosity overpowering the instinct to flee|
|Heading back to the evening roost|
|Dusk landscape with fields, forest, and distant towers|