There must have been over 400 of them - perched in the highest bare branches of the trees around me - a high-pitched, metallic whistling filling the air. The birds had tail markings and a slight crest like cedar waxwings, but were smaller, and with shorter tails. Like starlings in a murmuration, or like bees in a cloud, they rose from the branches as one and hovered, then settled back in rows and rows. My breath was startled, and the moment was wondrous.
21 February 2014
in Lafayette, Louisiana
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