It's possible to love something without knowing exactly why. You could think of it as being instinctive or lack the words to do it justice. Genuinely romantic impulses take this as read. In fact over-interpreting can be the death of feeling.
So it might be with the morning flights over Blacka. The jackdaws can be in thousands and the numbers themselves are spectacular as are starlings in pre roost rituals. This morning wave after wave of the birds came over each one more than a hundred with the accompanying daw chorus. They wheel and dive and climb and veer, sometimes an individual striking out across the flock impertinently but taking most of the others with him. It's their unconstrained freedom that gladdens the heart. Up there are no fences and no management to detract from their uninhibited behaviour. They would if they could you can be sure. But the sky has no limits, we hope.
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