These moments are everywhere now it seems. As most everyone knows, Starlings are birds brought over from England, and reviled here because they are raucous, loud, without a pretty tune, and eat up all the food from the diminuitive song birds, yet I have always loved them, their blunt tails and bad manners. What enchants me here is that these speckles are part of their winter plumage, yet in New York, I never noticed their fashionable tweeds.
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