After spotting what looked like a giant flying fingerprint disappearing behind some roofs this evening, I got myself to the top of a multi-storey car park to find several other people gathered to watch the most amazing aerial display: a starling flock preparing to roost. I've seen them in huge numbers on TV, and this was in comparison quite a small group, though still I guess several thousand strong. But watching in real life the flock's twisting and turning, like djinn-possessed smoke, knocked spots off seeing it on telly. What made it even better was the arrival of a peregrine falcon (one of a pair that nest on the cathedral) who had a go at catching a meal from the writhing, dancing mass of birdlife, and which encouraged the flock to even more spectacular visual effects, similar to the behaviour of schools of sardines when being hunted by sharks or sea-lions. After a while the falcon gave up, and shortly after that the starlings began to peel off from the flock in groups of tens or hundreds and plunge down into the scrub bordering the rail tracks, the effect being like the fall of volcanic debris from a cloud.
It was truly wonderful to see. And to think it's probably been going on every winter's dusk since I moved here eight years ago, and it's the first time I've seen it!
It was truly wonderful to see. And to think it's probably been going on every winter's dusk since I moved here eight years ago, and it's the first time I've seen it!