Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 14 August 2015
Blackbirds in the tree
I took this picture a few days ago, when I was walking home. It is of the beech tree (anyway I think it's a beech tree, I might be wrong) I blogged about before. This time, there was no crow in it but a huge flock of blackbirds, cawing like crazy, flying around it... You don't see them much, of at all, because the branches of tree are now full of leafs. But it was a very eerie spectacle. It felt and especially sounded like in this famous movie. I know I made this comparison fairlyoften in the last few months. Maybe I am more conscious of it these days, the eerie nature of some of some birds singing, the rather ominous nature of their presence. I don't have much to say about it, apart from this. It was simply a striking scene.