I love to watch the birds gathering in the fall as they fly enmasse from one area of our pasture, light on a nearby tree, then fly back to that same pasture....the sound of their collective wings makes quite a thunderous flutter, not to mention their collective chirping - deafening if I am near enough to a huge group. I protect myself if they all decide to fly overhead. A direct hit is a certainty...
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This morning I had to dispel a relatively small flock of transients that had landed in my red dogwood - the dogwood is still in its infancy and I was afraid the weight of all the birds would break a branch or two. They were after the red berries. Anyways, I much prefer to have my local bird population reap the tasty morsels - like a reward for gracing me with their beauty throughout the year.
Occasionally, I get a glimpse of a tremendously gigantic flock, I mean big - a trail of birds spread out over what seems like one mile of air space, maybe more - the mass undulates back and forth, up and down changing direction so quickly- like a smooth, black wave traveling across the sky.
I am still waiting for this year's wave.
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