What a wet, blustery November day, typical weather for this time of year. I happened to look out my window and saw a large flock of starlings on my front lawn. I thought it would be fun to open the front door and watch them fly en mass to the nearby tree tops. Once disturbed, they flew like a school of fish up to the tree line along our property. Like so many dark leaves hanging in the limbs of the barren trees, they rustled their feathers and fluttered from branch to branch. Their cacophony of sound was deafening. They flew in groups of what looked like thousands down to the nearby field then up again in a swooping motion. Swarms of them, like bees moving together in a giant cloud.