Mist swirled amid low clouds as friends and I clambered up a steep, rocky trail in Guilford the other day. Near the ridge crest, it sounded as if light drizzle had become heavy rain, so I pulled on the hood of my nylon jacket. But the “downpour” turned out to be a huge flock of mixed blackbirds, fluttering en masse... read full story
"There they go! Look at them all!"