A knot of starlings bursts from the tallest fir tree and explodes like fireworks across the pale morning sky, fluttering back to ground like fallen black stars.
Sun, Oct 11, 2009
A knot of starlings bursts from the tallest fir tree and explodes like fireworks across the pale morning sky, fluttering back to ground like fallen black stars.
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October 13th, 2009 at 6:33 am
What a beautiful description - I love it!
November 18th, 2009 at 6:59 pm
I had a similar experience as this photo depicts just this very week. Out of the corner of my eye I kept seeing the swoosh up and down of scores of what I think were starlings (or larks?)…first from the large tree in my neighbor’s yard, then to the ground to pick and peck, then to my own rooftop, covering it…I watched out my large picture window in my upstairs bedroom and saw them swoop up close…I could look into their eyes…they lined the roof line…then back they went to the ground for more pecking, sorting, eating…then back up again to another area of ground just off to the side, and again, and again…each time there was literally a roar of fluttering wings…and a breathtaking view of black “stars” in the gray Midwestern sky…It was beautiful! Like a large ballroom dance. Stunning choreography. Thanks for sharing this captivating photo!
November 19th, 2009 at 12:41 pm
Thanks for sharing, Kendra. I love how you were so close and able to see into their eyes–that wasn’t part of my experience. The birds I’m most often able to see that close are gulls. Just yesterday I went to see if there was enough beach to walk on, and while there was not enough for me, there was a mature gull there enjoying the 6″ of sand. We shared a long gaze before I let him have the narrow beach to himself. ~Oriana