On a coach heading for London on the 27th of November 1799 ' Coleridge' saw and jotted in his notebook:-

“Starlings in vast flights drove along like smoke, mist, or any thing misty without volition - … some moments glimmering & shivering, dim & shadowy, now thickening, deepening, blackening!"

I love Starlings with their wings a sheen of purples and greens. They are noisy, cheeky and very, very bossy!
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