There’s a Cormorant coming in fast and low. The sun is setting and it’s time to roost at the Lago di Chiusi:
They are all heading for the same tree on the water’s edge:
We’re strolling in the evening air, admiring the Cormorants and I’m just considering counting them, when a Starling murmuration arrives in the sky like crazy smoke:
They fly over the Cormorant tree in a great arc:
And I forget all about counting Cormorants.