Not flying past . . .

. . . or anywhere for that matter.
 
 
Opened the patio door in readiness to shoot any of the flypast on their way out to (or back from) the Jubilee Flypast and disturbed the birds feeding on the back lawn.  I thought they had all flown off but these two thought they were safe enough on top of the feeding station post, so I had to shoot them.
 
 
Lucky I did as the nearest any of the flight got to us was three Typhoons on their way home who disappeared behind the houses before I could get a shot.