These birds will not let me go!  I finally got dressed.  This house of mine is so freezing cold– old drafty house, it’s always hard to get dressed…everything icy cold…

Looked out and the starlings starlings starlings, filled the bird bath, filled the lawn, filled my trees, sat on the electric wire like Hitchcock’s birds.

There were nine or ten starlings splashing in the bird bath. Frantically splashing , water spilling over the grass, splashing in the air— then they formed a dark mass and they were splashing and moving so fast they looked like a black snake swimming around in circles…. then more birds came,  like whirling dervishes.  I was transfixed.  Birds electrifying, crazy in the water, other birds circling overhead, starlings pecking them away while they were splashing, some were hovering in mid flight over the water, a dark whirl of bodies and feathers… then swoosh a bright blue dazzling light like sky and wind swooped in and all the starlings flew away en masse as though by magic… it was a blue jay, big bold blue jay like Quetzalcoatl the Aztec God, come to take his throne again….  when you haven’t seen a blue jay in a while the sight is spectacular– it was cinematic this show of birds today.. I have to leave the house because I am glued to the windows….what you can see sometimes from a little window into the garden…

I filled the bird bath again with a huge pot of water.  I turned around, they’re back…. the starlings splashing again like mad men.. perhaps it is the last splash, the last party, the last washing before the great white and icy winter….