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I'm not sure what these birds are doing lurking up on some luxury flats above Salamanca Square. Whatever it is, it can't be good. I've seen that film by Hitchcock. No, birds gathering, it has to spell doom.

As I was looking at this photo, one thing that struck me was the yellow tone. I don't do a lot of yellow, and I don't know why...
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John Going Gently said…
perhaps you have been watching THE BIRDS a little too often

good blog!
29 August 2009 at 08:35
Elaine Yim said…
If these birds are mynas? Mynas are the most adapted to city living.
29 August 2009 at 11:01
Mike said…
Maybe they were waiting for the ebola victims!
29 August 2009 at 11:05
Anonymous said…
More like The Raven. Nevermore! Nevermore! lol.
29 August 2009 at 12:56
Roddy said…
About seven billion too few birds to be a Hitchcock classic.
The yellow works in this one. Nice tones.
29 August 2009 at 12:56
lemon said…
This is a relaxing photo, nice calm yellow, enjoyable, like a late automn afternoon.
Very nice shot!
29 August 2009 at 16:10
lettuce said…
its good yellow
i like it


(run Tipi! run!!)
29 August 2009 at 20:28
Kris McCracken said…
John Gray, thanks!
31 August 2009 at 11:50
Kris McCracken said…
Autumn Belle, they look to be mynas.
31 August 2009 at 11:50
Kris McCracken said…
otin, they do have pizzazz.
31 August 2009 at 11:50
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, one has to start somewhere.
31 August 2009 at 11:51
Kris McCracken said…
lemon, it does look like that, but this one was about 8 am.
31 August 2009 at 11:51
Kris McCracken said…
lettuce, Tipi got tipped over...
31 August 2009 at 11:51
Roddy said…
Zoom in and they don't look like mynas. Not enough brown as far as my memory goes.
4 September 2009 at 22:42
Roddy said…
I just looked and they can possibly be a starling/mynah. The mynah I remember had an abundance of brown.
4 September 2009 at 22:49
Kris McCracken said…
I just call them "brown birds" [in the ring, tra la la la la...]
8 September 2009 at 08:48
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