On my way to work,
around the spot we call Corvid Corners, a flock of twentythirtyish birds (“‘Is
it a starling or a blackbird?’ said Pooh. ‘That’s the whole question,’ said
Rabbit. ‘Is it a blackbird or a starling?’”) rose up and flew just above and
just ahead of my car, following the curve of the road, just at a place that I
could watch them and still keep my eye on the two cars ahead of me and any
potential oncoming traffic, so it felt like I was following them, almost flying
too, but not quite. And then they veered off.
How gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI love watching murmurations. We have a resident flock of starlings in the neighborhood that provide us with entertainment each evening if we care to watch.
ReplyDeleteYou remind me here of something I saw today....that is a gift, for until now I had nothing to write! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteMe too, Dona! I expect to drive off the road one day while watching them.
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