I sat outside with my bowl of cornflakes, enjoying a rare moment of peace in the early morning sunshine. In the uppermost branches of the tall conifer that overlooks our garden, were a multitude of Starlings. How many, I could not hazard a guess at, some were in full view while others were merely ghostly heads showing through the foliage.
The Starlings were unusually quiet, normally an endless
The Starlings were unusually quiet, normally an endless
The Starlings were unusually quiet, normally an endless
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