A murder of crows gathers on the south side of Trout Lake, en route to their overnight rookery in Burnaby. Tomorrow morning, they’ll be back in the city as always, and at sun down making the trek across East Van skies once again. Like us, sometimes you just have to get away from it all, even for a spell.
Wow. Stunning monchromes!
Thx Alessandro! Those clouds were really cooperating with me, too ;)
Cheers, thx funnycrow!