The End of the Concert


The Starlings were in the trees again, all singing at once. I decided not to be anxious about the grapes this time, and enjoy the music while hanging out the washing. I pulled out my phone to snap the dozen or so on next-door’s roof and aerial only to see the whole group rise into the sky and away, exchanging their song for the murmuration of their wings.

The phone’s memory was not fast enough to take in the different shapes the flock took as they gathered themselves for their flight to the fields to forage for seeds and insects, slugs and worms.

I’ll want some grapes for the Harvest Festival next Sunday, so I’ll still be a little anxious …



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