It happens once or twice a year. I hear a high pitched sound that I can’t identify. It gets louder and louder. I look out the window. And there they are. Hundreds and hundreds of black birds, far more than you can see in these photos, in every tree. Flying, landing, calling, moving in a huge mass. The sound they make is deafening.
I run for a camera and take photos as fast as I can. Then, in an instant, they are gone.
I don’t know what kind of birds they are. Starlings? Blackbirds? I’d love to know more about the swarming they do. Are they migrating back north after spending their winter in the south? It seems likely.
There are so many of them! I saw them twice yesterday, in the morning and in the late afternoon.
It’s one of those things in nature that stops you in your tracks. A moment when something takes over the landscape for a short while and transforms it. I’m glad they chose our trees for a quick stop on their journey.
Happy Friday.
