The Starlings are gathering at the Lago di Alviano and they’re swirling overhead. One moment they’re a tight, dark ball, the next they’re spread wide and thin across the darkening sky:
I can see a larger bird near them. Here, it’s on their right and above:
I wonder if it’s a Sparrowhawk or a Peregrine or some other raptor.
As the Starlings form a murmuration the size and shape of a whale, I can see it on their tail:
Imagine being faced with just so many dinners, all at once.