On the first cold clear days of November, murmurations of starlings ebb and flow through the skies.
Moving as one fluid entity, it’s a sight that always stops me in my tracks.
On clear sunny mornings their path often seems to cross overhead, giving us front row seats for their spectacular acrobatics before they disperse for the day. When dusk falls and they gather once more, we sometimes glimpse their resumed dance further away, an inky shape silhouetted on the horizon against the setting sun.
Tonight the starlings were gone before the last rays of sun licked around the clouds to give a spectacle of a different kind. November skies can hold so much beauty…