On the first cold clear days of November, murmurations of starlings ebb and flow through the skies. Advertisements
More murmurations of starlings again today, at the end of a delightful day of crisp cold sunshine. Wave upon wave of small groups of birds circled and joined the roost in the tree.
What a wonderful word murmuration is. And what a spectacular sight it is to stand below a murmuration of starlings in the last hour or so before dusk, as their band of shadows writhes its way across the sky in perfect precision.