Masters of precision
This is a common sight at this time of the year, Starlings all lined up on the power lines. I'm reminded of a swarm of bees when I see them, whirling around the sky, forming and reforming their groups, pouring down into trees and then peeling off again. I watched this group for a while this morning. When other birds flew in to join the group, the ones sitting on the lines would all move down, one after the other, to make room for the newcomers.
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