Yesterday during a hardware run, while devoted
family worked away in the rental cottage, I saw the shadows of hundreds of
birds, on the road .
Looking up , I caught sight of a flock of Starlings, teaching this year's youngsters The Murmur, their beautiful synchronized flight.
The adults were shining, black as coal , in the bright sunlight, contrasted against the clouds ; while the young ones were a gentle light brown , their new feathered bodies trying as they might to follow the flight steps of their kind.
As the lot of them swept up into the skies, veered swiftly overhead, and then all came to alight in the roadside trees , as one.
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