A murmuration of starlings! I've seen other amazing videos like this, but since seeing the birds always reminds me of John Updike's poem, and it is National Poetry Month... The Great Scarf of Birds -- John Updike
Playing golf on Cape Ann in October, I saw something to remember. Ripe apples were caught like red fish in the nets of their branches. The maples were colored like apples, part orange and red, part green. The elms, already transparent trees, seemed swaying vases full of sky. The sky was dramatic with great straggling V’s of geese streaming south, mare’s-tails above them. Their trumpeting made us look up and around. The course sloped into salt marshes, and this seemed to cause the abundance of birds. As if out of the Bible or science fiction, a cloud appeared, a cloud of dots like iron fillings which a magnet underneath the paper undulates. It dartingly darkened in spots, paled, pulsed, compressed, distended, yet held an identity firm: a flock of starlings, as much one thing as a rock. One will moved above the tress the liquid and hesitant drift. Come nearer, it became less marvelous, more legible, and merely huge. “I never saw so many birds!” my friend exclaimed. We returned our eyes to the game. Later, as Lot’s wife must have done, in a pause of walking, not thinking of calling down a consequence, I lazily looked around. The rise of the fairway above was tinted, so evenly tinted I might not have noticed but that at the rim of the delicate shadow the starlings were thicker and outlined the flock as an inkstain in drying pronounces its edges. The gradual rise of green was vastly covered; I had thought nothing in nature could be so broad but grass. And as I watched, one bird, prompted by accident or will to lead, ceased resting; and, lifting in a casual billow, the flock ascended as a lady’s scarf, transparent, of gray, might be twitched by one corner, drawn upward and then, decided against, negligently tossed toward a chair: the southward cloud withdrew into the air. Long had it been since my heart Had been lifted as it was by the lifting of that great scarf.
And another video of a starling murmuration....
I'm continuing to work on fidget quilts. I'm hand quilting # 8, which is taking forever, but these quilts are as much for me as for the eventual recipients, so I do what I enjoy doing.
Fidget quilt #7 was machine quilted and took little time and saved my finger tips from the frequent punctures of hand quilting. Raw edges will ravel and add a little texture as well.