We were out driving one evening in Queretaro just before the sun was about to set & I remembered how the birds are there. How they flock in these enormous clouds, circling, looking for a place to rest for the night. Once they land, the trees that they inhabit are black with the shear number of them. If you walk below them the chances of getting pooped on are about as good as lets say, walking into something if you keep your eyes closed. But somehow I love watching them, thousands of them dancing in the sky. I snapped some pictures... just because I was excited, I know they're not anything amazing. (the three first pictures)
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