Golden Flock

Approaching ten thousand steps at a brisk pace through the park, the edge of my sightline caught some fluttering movement and brought me to a pause. Seemingly a dozen birds with plum tail feathers and canary yellow wings hovered in the space of garden above forget-me-nots and bleeding hearts whilst chirping tenderly to each other. In the instant of a blink, they were mysteriously transformed into blooms of irises.

Words and images of Michael J. Hall