My trip to the nature reserve at Minsmere which I wrote about yesterday I now realise was curtailed too early. I had wondered why so many people were arriving at the RSPB reserve so late in the day. The clear evening skies were the perfect backdrop to see the glorious balletic murmurations of thousands of starlings above the reed beds.
It is estimated that there are tens of thousands of starlings in these groups as they perform these enigmatic shows.
Feather pillows in the sky
Sink and sway and undulate
Display of beauty to the eye
Swoop and gracefully gyrate
What instinct produces such a skill
That gives we onlookers such a thrill?