Every once in a while, we are completely overcome by blackbirds. They swoop in, hang out for a little while, make a lot of noise, and then swoop back out again.
They love to hang out with the cows. The cows don’t seem to mind.
All of a sudden, for no particular reason, they’ll all take to the sky, all at once. It’s pretty dramatic to be right in the middle.
Then they’ll settle in the tops of the trees, or on the roof of our buildings. It makes me feel like I’m in a Hitchcock movie. Unsettling.
This was taken on a different day, but you can see how the flock looks in mid-flight in the distance. That’s not smoke, and it’s not a cloud of locusts. It’s a giant flock of blackbirds flying in formation. Actually, they work together a lot like a school of fish.