Just as the horizon was at it's brightest yellow Before the light began to really fade I stood and watched the daily starling show Staged it seemed just for me
How privileged I felt to see Our very own murmuration Circle, tightly in a group Morph into a jet fighter Then a fragile bi-plane Direction changing overhead I heard their wings a lovely sound As they circled round
What perfect choreography To soar and dive, flip and twist And as they passed a clump of firs Some filtered down Dropping as if poured Each new pass some more
The last few, five or six Carried on just as fast Until they too went down
The show was over for another day
So nice that this happens on our own land. Not a huge one, as can be seen in some places , numbering about 50 birds, but still a thrill to see. I believe this behaviour has evolved to make it harder for predators such as sparrowhawks to target the birds. Some spectacular shots can be seen on youtube, type in 'starling murmuration'.