Starling

A Starling has been working to establish a nest in the barn. Several times this week, upon entering the milkroom, I have been greeted with an explosion which was her confused and disoriented attempt to leave the room, post-haste. Although the bird must have gained entry through the open door, she apparently forgot this in her effort to exit quickly. She flew about in confusion, bouncing off the walls and windows. On Thursday I was greeted by a pile of glass – that Starling had opened one of the windows the only way she knew how. I picked the shards from the floor and set them aside. Today I noticed, in the darkened room, that they reflected images of the nearby trees and afternoon sky.

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