|I am afraid my average photo skills simply can’t capture the number of birds in the air. Zoom on these, and you will have some idea.|
Glory be. When I stepped out of the cabin this morning, I heard a sound like a mighty wind, and looked up to see millions of black birds swirling through the clear blue sky sky. The cabin is just a field away from the Wabash river, and 15 miles from the confluence of the Wabash and the Ohio, so it is on a flightpath which frequently provides waves of birds on their seasonal migrations. The sight was thrilling and the sound was everywhere. Each branch of every tree was articulated with a line of perching birds, then they would whoosh up again and off they would go to the next treeline. I love to see flocks of birds head in waves in one direction, settle into the trees, then swirl up and off in an arc in the opposite direction. It was a gift, I felt, of joy and fullness to savor throughout the rest of this cold December day.