November 17, 2007

November 17, 2007 11:52 PM

The day began with the sudden sound of hundreds of starlings, beaks upon the dry crunching fallen leaves as they fed on the grounds surrounding the house. I ran to every window and carefully peeked out at them; their metallic blue black coats glistening in the sun as they hopped aggressively, an invading nomadic tribe pillaging in relentless conquest .