tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post7181217047013980895..comments2024-03-11T19:40:23.089+00:00Comments on Views from the bike shed: Starling seasonThe bike shedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05195882998271591934noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-31425334138864607922012-11-02T20:12:02.432+00:002012-11-02T20:12:02.432+00:00I have only ever seen starlings in tiny numbers, s...I have only ever seen starlings in tiny numbers, so your photo is deeply impressive, even scary, and the description from your essay very evocative.Perpetuahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01214396019726161983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-79026777597151108862012-11-01T20:15:35.410+00:002012-11-01T20:15:35.410+00:00Beautifully crafted piece Mark. There's a musc...Beautifully crafted piece Mark. There's a muscular sensitivity about your language use. I did enjoy the excerpt, thanks.<br /><br />(And yes, I love Starlings - but I admit to enjoying them better from afar).sansserifhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16445280597626572292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-82814565283040601742012-11-01T13:39:04.910+00:002012-11-01T13:39:04.910+00:00Articles about starlings always take me back to th...Articles about starlings always take me back to this time of the year in Mallorca when we used to count the starlings' murmuration before and after roosting time. It was a wonder to behold and counting 2 million+ living, whirling things is quite a skill!<br /><br />I've decided not to do NaBloPoMo this year. I'm getting out and about and commenting instead. The blog's birthday is tomorrow, so I will have an extra celebration at the CW Awards :)VPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02732971362066784175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-75577071683704051282012-11-01T13:34:40.530+00:002012-11-01T13:34:40.530+00:00The flocks don't appear round here, in fact I ...The flocks don't appear round here, in fact I was beginning to wonder where the starlings had gone as they disappeared for over a month. Suddenly this morning, there were two in the garden, feasting on the fatballs as usual. They tend to hog these, given the chance, such lovely plumage they have but they are a bit thuggish, the Mitchell brothers this morning just wouldn't let anyone else near the fatballs. But I wonder where they went? There were none in the area at all, and usually there are several groups in the gardens hereabouts. Perhaps they went on holiday, got fed up with the lack of sunshine and had a mini break somewhere?<br />Great post, and I saw from my blog roll that someone else was singing the praises of your lovely book.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-39739692782467942592012-11-01T12:53:08.829+00:002012-11-01T12:53:08.829+00:00While we used to see the flocks from afar, one yea...While we used to see the flocks from afar, one year we had them in the field alongside us...hardly room for one more to touch down on the ground or in the hedges.the fly in the webhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04563871975125538755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-47546434300950723182012-11-01T12:06:24.847+00:002012-11-01T12:06:24.847+00:00Hello Mark:
They are, as you so beautifully descri...Hello Mark:<br />They are, as you so beautifully describe them here, an extraordinary sight. When in Brighton they swoop over our roof top to swirl around, as you will know of course, the old pier. We return to the UK briefly later this month and do hope that we shall not be too late for this most amazing spectacle.Jane and Lance Hattatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16831890261259302647noreply@blogger.com