Today it is my Starlings, I love their chatter and miss them in the summer. Come November there will be huge flocks of them in the fields and if they are disturbed they rise together and stream overhead with a deafening beating of wings.
Today it is my Starlings, I love their chatter and miss them in the summer. Come November there will be huge flocks of them in the fields and if they are disturbed they rise together and stream overhead with a deafening beating of wings.
Worm Illustration 