Murmuration


I’ve have Starlings on my mind. It began a few days ago when I chanced upon a poem at http://maxadaland.wordpress.com/?s=when+starlings+fall – “When Starlings Fall” transported me to childhood dusks – those precious moments between day and the darkness responsible for “bedtime”. Longing for thunder cloud lullabies, straining to catch the slightest breeze – trading last breaths of evening for resignation of summer bedroom hell. This is when they came; thousands of Starlings able to dance in unison – not a puff of wind as thousands of flapping wings defied possibility.

Yesterday, out of nowhere a friend mentioned this video. I hadn’t pondered, let alone thought about Starlings in decades. Not one to mess with the cosmos – take a moment to watch and wonder.