A Murmuration. Not a murmur – a murmuration. Of starlings. The first of the starlings always come half way through the summer and line up on the power lines watching the crops grow. Waiting for the corn. By harvest time there will be thousands of them doing daily air shows.
They were swooping over my hay fields yesterday. Soon they will be in the sunflowers. We will stay one step ahead of them though. At least that is my plan.
I know they are a menace but I like watching them. Funny how I can get better photos of birds from my truck than on foot.
Last night I tried to research other interesting names of flocks of birds. (I came across this article on my favourite bird site). But if there is a murmuration of starlings and a murder of crows. Maybe there are more? But I literally fell asleep at the computer. After a late night the previous night with the dinner party, (which was a great success though I was wearing an apron over my beautiful dress as often as not), then turning five acres of hay and doing all the chores without my crew (the boys come back today) I was a tired girl. Thankfully John and his family visitors did the dinner and dishes because I was working in the hay fields until dark.
If the weather stays warm and dry we should be baling this afternoon. Another busy one! I hope The Frenchmen get back from their concert up in Chicago in time to help me load the hay.
I hope you have a lovely day.