I awoke this morning to a strange whooshing noise outside the house. At first I thought it might be the wind, but that didn't quite sound right.
Later, I saw shadows passing the window and I looked outside to see thousands of birds in the backyard.
I grabbed my iPhone and went outside.
The strange sound was soon explained: the whoosh was the sound of their wings when the entire flock would take to flight at once.
It was a magnificent sight.
After a bit they left the neighborhood, but not before eating all the berries on my dogwoods and leaving a mess on the deck and the Foodie Daughter's car.
Oddly enough, I later caught up with that same flock up in town.
After all, it's not that difficult to miss a flock that large.