Bird Conversation
A flock of starlings passed early in the after- noon. There must have been several hundred birds in the flock and they passed rapidly, swinging up to cross the telegraph wires and talking to each other all the time. I watched them go, speculating about where they would land, and later, after I had walked a consider- able distance, I came upon them by accident. They were busy on a small area of ground, moving about and conversing, completely oblivious to my presence. Two or three hurried uncertainly over mounds of earth, searching for food, but most of the time the main flock seemed to be talking, eating and moving without stop. I stood on the bottom bar of the gate that 'separated me from them and immediately I increased my viewpoint the flock rose, black against the sky, com- plaining as they mounted in the air, and wheeled away to some new feeding-place or to roost.
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