Starlings
Two Pics and a Poem No.2

Starlings, like starlets, gather
As if from nowhere.
More, ever more, they come
Once more to this evening ritual,
This ancient dance.
As one they move,
Writhing, drifting, swirling,
Shapeless,
And yet, of exquisite contour
As if swimming
In a sea of tangerine and mauve.
And then, as quick as they came,
It's over and rest beckons.
This timeless beauty
But a memory,
A murmur in your soul.*
This hastily captured view over Northallerton Fire Station is from a few years ago. Unfortunately not the best quality video, but I think you get a feel for this wondrous spectacle.
The photo of the rowdy juvenile starlings, above, was taken with an old Helios 44M-4 58mm f2 lens adapted to my Canon 6D.
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Are starlings the birds that are black-ish with iridescent shine to their feathers? If so, we have so many that eat from our feeder during Summer and fall. Beautiful birds!
Wonderful poem Ralph, it captures the art of the starling murmuration beautifully, they are amazing to watch. I'm also fascinated by the colours within their iridescent feathers - apparently it's called structural colouration and caused by the play of light on them...very lovely for an ordinary garden bird!