Saturday, November 17, 2007
Starlings every 8 to 18 inches digging through the leaves in my backyard rustling through the leaves looking for a morsel to sustain them in their Fall migration. As I walked to the window 50 or 60 took to flight in unison and descended a safer ten feet a way. They seemed to be particularly jittery. The motion of scratching, scanning and peaking for food made the ground alive. The shear numbers were incredible. The humble backyard was now bird sanctuary. I called out, “Hey, Barb, Elaine come up here, but quietly.” I went to other windows in the house. There more birds on the grass in the neighbors yard. Then as silently and quickly as they came everyone of them was gone.