Before the sun came up to warm the icy grass. Before anyone else was awake. Before the noise of the world turned on. "The baby" and I silently stood under a flock of starlings and heard their wings beating against the wind and that was wonderful change of course to the sounds that have been invading my head lately. Immense flock of spectacular Starlings in Scotland looks like the sky is boiling.
My neighbors want "joint custody" of "the baby".