Rose-tinted glasses

I took some waking up this morning and I could have easily avoided cycling.  But, knowing I'd feel better and having already decided to drop a birthday card off by bike, I headed out towards Menston before heading up over the Chevin to Cookridge.

Along the main road, starlings in the tree caught my eye. 
ARGHHH!

Not starlings!

Brake.  Stop.  Grab camera.

The rest of the ride felt like I had rose-tinted glasses on, for sure.