Porch sittin.

This morning I was sitting on the porch around 8 am with some coffee and a blanket and the sky was grey and it was a little windy and the birds were really out chirping and singing. The morning was very alive. I saw this group of birds in the distant sky flying together to the west probably over the river, eh, maybe closer. There were maybe 10 or 12 birds in this group. They were going into and out of formation like a group of ducks, but they were not ducks. They were black against the grey sky and I watched them fly together changing shape, going from a diagonal line made of tiny dots to a cluster of dots and all in between and all staying together. It was so pretty and interesting for my eyes to watch. It's hard to verbalize, but it almost didn't look real to me, like maybe more of an animation. I liked how the dots seemed to be swimming in some sort of organized chaos that my eyes didn't understand but loved.