The blustery wind was playing havoc with the juvenile Starlings in the crèche down on the seafront(they group together when they are young with just one or two adults to watch over them). It was comical to watch them being blown along the sea wall, they were managing to hang on until a strong gust came along then they were scattered like nine pins!
Nicer on black
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