There are great photographs taken very skilfully by people to show the impressive show of starlings coming in to roost but not from me. I spent ten minutes tonight at the end of the lane next to home when a small flock of starlings caught my eye, circling over the tall lelandii hedge where they spend the night.
It sook some for the birds to took like they might be abotu to dive into the trees and from different directions more small flocks joined them, merging after overlapping darkly. As more joined the flock seemed to move more quickly, and nearly roosted on the church spire nearby. The impression of the flock changes as the birds fly towards and away, and they are darkest when overhead, making them seem closer than they are.
When the flock was complete the mood of the birds changed and they moved more quickly and then suddenly poured themselves into the hedge, some were too late, the last ten percent, and felt it safer to do another circuit or two of the area, and then they too plunged into the leaves. This left the sky empty, but walking past the hedge the creaky, liquid squabbling was in full swing, and occasionally a bird would be ousted and have to fly out of the saftey of the trees to find another branch. Dusk was full at this point.
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