The Sound the Sight the Dark Speckled White

In uniform vision flight of angled depth and precision. The breakfast being cooked outside on the roof, in a tree, on a bush with no emissions! The squeaks and bubbles and hisses - these sounds you may well miss. In the blink of an eye they dismiss us, disappear away in the distant bliss. The complex array of tune notes blend into the beauty of song. A day has begun anew and winter’s marching on. The cold crisp air and freezing fog blur the weary sight. A glance into the air and a fly past will focus your eyes alright! The bird feeder quiet and alone all night now attacked by a flock of darts. In focus you can hear them talk and see their speckled white on their dark. The evening falls when darkness calls later in the day. The roost site sees a cloud is born that moves in a different way. Ten thousand or maybe more now perform a magical dance. The sky is a their stage and the sun set their light as you see this movie - you’ll watch it in a trance! They pass over your head so huge the murmuration the sound takes your breath away. That little starling that you saw maybe in that crowd, maybe up there today? The anticipation of the funnel dive and then the magic settles for the night. You’ll remember this for years to come and you’ll try to get another sight. Nature’s beauty shows up in different ways in the dark and in the light. But there is a beauty and wonder of aerobatic majesty performed most every winters night. By birds that produce more than a beautiful song - by those little starling birds and their plumage of dark speckled white.