Yesterday morning, I looked out the kitchen window of the lake house and saw something I’d never seen before, in the stripped-down winter forest. I called for Bill to come look. Actually, I think I might have screamed, because I actually have seen it before. And it looked like THIS.
Bill and I stood out on the kitchen porch, and experienced a massive starling migration. A murmuration of starlings. Waves upon waves upon waves of black starlings swarmed up from the lake and over the house and into the forest. Landing in the dry leaves, then taking off again, landing in the branches, then taking off, swirling and calling. The sound was just terrifying. Bill kept trying to hand his iPhone to me to take a picture. I absolutely could not. I am about to cry right now, just writing about it. Thank you very much, Mr. Hitchcock.
Here is a photo from the internet, to give you an idea of what it looked like. I don’t take credit for this photo, but I have no idea to whom I should give it. Probably to someone who never saw pretty, young Suzanne Pleshette get pecked to death by birds.
And yes, I did have nightmares last night.
ginnygram 
Suzanne Pleschette? I t hought it was Tippi Hedren. ??? Anyway the birds are horrifying.
OMG