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Saturday, 17 January 2015

A Murderation of Starlings

Starlings are, to me. a powerful symbol of the divine. The way they move together as the spirit moves them - forming fantastic patterns in the sky that they themselves could never imagine. A real sign of the beauty of creation, as it aches for the children of God to be revealed. Why Young Keith imagined they would behave in the same manner when confined in the Moot House is beyond me. He tells me that how he even managed to collect them is still covered by the Official Secrets Act. But, whatever his secret, the fact is that having a couple of thousand panicking songbirds thrashing around the place is not good news at all. Screaming Beaker Folk tearing around worrying that they would suffer the fate of Tobias. Not good.
"Sturnus vulgaris in Napa Valley 1" by Brocken Inaglory - Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

On the bright side, we've got a few of the Beaker Folk scraping all the guano off the walls and floor of the Moot House. We've persuaded them that, by picking up all that waste product and pouring it onto teh compost heap, they're entering into the natural cycle of renewal.

We're gonna have some great raspberry canes next year.

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