rob was here.

Every now and then, I'm utterly certain that the house is under attack. I can hear the terrible and weird sounds of impending doom outside of the house, and a pelleting type sound on the eves of my home. As I'm preparing for the curtain of darkness to be drawn, I take one final glance out the window, only to find that it's not the cold indifference of death and misery staring back, but around nine thousand starlings.

Since I moved to this town about a year ago, I've noticed a wonderfully gigantic swarm of these creatures floating around the skies. Every now and then we're lucky enough for them to choose our house for a pit stop . Here is a few snaps I took out my window, which only does the flock a percentile of justice.

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