Category: 073

Sheila Jacob “In praise of city starlings”

  In praise of city starlings   Bloomin’ starlings, what a racket, Mum always grumbled if we were in town when you arrived,   heard you above car horns and screeching brakes but I loved you, freckle-feathered Brummie-birds.   Convoys of cheeky chatterers, slick-winged gliders on flight paths for bright lights and bare roof-tops.   Read More