My cousin sent me this video. This autumn I seem to be seeing a larger number of European Starlings amassing that I recall seeing in recent prior autumns of the year. Of course, I am hoping that a murmuration occurs. So far, no luck.
“It’s the season I often mistake / Birds for leaves, and leaves for birds,” the U.S. Poet Laureate Ada Limón writes of autumn. In fall, a flocking movement in the sky, or in the trees, can mean either kind of marvelous flying thing.
Love Letter to a Season I Never Loved When I Was Young, Margaret Renkl, New York Times, December 4, 2023.
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