Birds of a Feather

We were leaving the meeting on Nov 14 and Ruth kept pointing at something over our heads. Gloria, Marilyn and I turned around and were greeted by the sight of the birds. Ruth told us she wished she had her camera. Luckily, I had my cell phone and snapped a picture. I sent her a copy yesterday and she asked if I'd put in on our blog and if she could use it in a future project. I also liked her response to the photo:

  I don’t know why I like so much, but it was a spontaneous scene that says something strange…  Maybe it’s because I’ve been hanging out at this exact spot where this picture was taken, with all these writers with dark talents, lately.

Thanks for the interesting compliment.

Keep on writing!