The Sound of 5,000 Rusty Hinges
Sometimes nature is just plain ugly
A few thousand blackbirds swirled through the air above the trees at the edge of the marsh where I found myself at dusk in a magical spectacle of apparently telepathic* coordination, the great flocks of birds rippling and shifting almost as one creature against a sky blushing with dusk. The flocks grew as smaller (as in just a hundred or so birds) group…
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