Starling
I'm not often moved by European Starlings, being
troublesome as they are to our native wildlife. But today, considering the extreme
weather, all things are equal:
Negative
twenty-three degrees. Birds puffed up and deliberate. I watch the feeders from my
window, safe, but concerned. What survived the night has a long fight ahead, an
ancient struggle as pure as the arctic snow. Today, I harbor no disdain for the
non-native starling — that single, disoriented bird I saw fumble across the snow,
losing its wild symmetry.
European Starling by Bill Ahlgren |
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