They were so quiet, fluttering in the wind just like the leaves. Not even the softest Starling whistle came from that tree. When you’ve birded or photographed enough, or sometimes even just a bit, it’s wonderful how the slightest anomaly then draws the eye. This was more than slight, but the Starlings were in silhouette, and it wasn’t until I did a double take, that I saw just how many birds commanded this tree.
I’ve written about Starlings often … on why I admire Starlings, despite their many foibles, detractors and non-native complications. This was originally posted in July of 2009: How Starlings Colonized the States