Monday, January 18, 2010
You fly back to school, Little Starling. Fly, fly, fly...
They're considered pests around here. Their flocks can be huge and noisy. Sometimes they chase other, more delicate birds away from the feeder. On a cloudy day they are very ordinary-looking; a black bird with a yellow beak like so many other black birds with yellow beaks. They don't sing prettily.
Let the sun hit their feathers, though, and they show every color of the rainbow for those willing to look.
I can relate to the starling. In fact, I think I come from starling-esque stock. Noisy, scrappy, infinitely durable. We shove each other around and bring on the vapors in those of a more delicate constitution. You can try to scare us away, annoy us away -- some have even tried poison; but we keep on.
And in a certain light we show every color of the rainbow.