A Poetic Murmuration

Occasionally, the late evening/early night walks are the most rewarding.
Wandering around Huxterwell Marsh at Potteric Carr, though not the best path to walk along in the dark, was worth tripping up on every small crater we came across. A clear view of a healthy fox in full winter coat, slunk into the herd of sheep up ahead.

To our amazement, speckled starlings rose into the dusky sky. As the tiny cluster spun its small dance, smaller speckled groups joined the skies dance floor. As each individual bird joined, what was once a small gathering, became quite the nugget of gold for any wandering eye.

It only takes seconds for the murmuration to quadruple in size and minutes to double its density.
Starlings enveloped the sky. All sense of sound was drowned out by the tweeting chorus, sharing their days news with others causing a waterfall of noise.
Our vision became nothing but fluttering dots...

A lake of movement filled every sense. A swirling mosaic absorbed our sense of wonder and smashed our curiosity into a thousand shards of dizzying heights. Each bird knew the dance from memory; an unforgotten signature the generations will carry.