one way . . . . .

to spoil a sunday walk.

What goes on in the mind of the gun totin' farmer that shoots the pigeon and takes time to hang it up on a wire in crucified mode.
Very disturbing.
All done, presumably, in the belief that birds will be frightened off.
And profit will be preserved.

I think three bird blips in a row is enough. I got a lovely shot of two ash trees but this was a bit upsetting and, I think, pointless. So I share my world with you - the Yukk as well.
I will try to blip a tree or a people or . . . .
The moon tonight is the thinnest crescent in the clearest, stariest cold cold sky. It could be good to blip but I think the camera might not like the cold. (Or me).