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BIRDS OF A FEATHER
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13-FEB-2006

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Tuesday my walk took me (actually - I took it) to the huge Roman Catholic graveyard up on the hill. I enjoy walking graveyards. They are generally - well - silent. As I was leaving at sunset I saw an extraordinary sight. There were hundreds of sparrows, flocking for their winter flight. They flew in three or four recognizable groups, swooping and circling. They would land in trees and on power lines, their chittering making much racket. For no reason I could discern they would rise in a group, making the power lines vibrate when they left. They looked  like literal swarms of bees.
 
They kept their maneuvering to the height of trees and the power poles. While this was going on, a flock of hundreds of crows (usual in the area) was flying toward the sunset. They were much higher in the air, though their cawing was constant. So there was this stream of crows with the occasional burst of sparrows swarming beneath them. The sparrows kept this circling and roosting pattern for fifteen minutes or so. By the time the crows had passed all of the sparrows were covering the trees and power lines. Then, in a space of a minute, they rose as one and also aimed into the sunset, this time not to return.

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Lovely observation

Jack and I have observed similar flocks on our walkies too, sometimes starlings, or swallows, or Canada geese. Gosh, those birds must be in hysterics at our complex technology for communication.

I'm glad we're not really in control of the world, however much we cling to the illusion.

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a flock of consciousness

flocks usually trigger me to think about consciousness  - neuronal networks flying in bounded unisson; a flock of bird - no leaders - yet harmony of flight vector...