Starlings at Rochester Airport

At the roundabout

Rowdy cameraderie

Starlings winter roost

Up on the streetlights

All in a row gathering

Starlings settle down

Swans on the River at Dusk

Millpond reflections
Of the swans, cygnets now grown
Into grey shadows

Seagulls

Sky turned to pink shells

Sunset and seagulls fly home

Calling the sea tides

Shoreline waders wait

Feathers ruffled by tide winds

As their boat comes in

Overhead he cries

A quavering note of despair

Late, last and alone