Friday, October 16, 2009
It happens twice a year--the great blackbird migration through WillOaks Farm. The sounds are amazing--loud, raucous, relentless--as hundreds of blackbirds flock together on trees, lawn, and pastures, gathering strength individually, gathering in numbers, to move south. I awoke to it this morning, a gray, wet, gloomy dawn, and gradually, their large sound penetrated my sleepy head and I grabbed the camera, shooting through the wet window, afraid I'd miss the opportunity.
But they lingered for awhile. First in one group of trees, then moving to another. Moving to the ground in search of food, then back into the trees. It never fails to amaze me how this huge congregation can synchronize its movements...it seems uncanny.
Mariah, my black kitty, couldn't get enough of the spectacle and like me, went from window to window as the flock moved all around the house, just marveling in the view.