Starling
£25.00
A lot of lies about starlings, from the ‘Lies About Birds’ series. (Scroll down to read the text.) Illustrated with a poor photograph of a paper bird I have made out of old RSPB magazines.
A4 print, mounted (and put in a cellophane bag to prevent escapes).
(Please note that, regretfully, I don’t send work outside of the UK.)
1 in stock
“Starlings dance. They can’t help it. They spend every waking hour performing in their own musical theatre for the sheer, exuberant joy of it. On the ground they practice gracefully leap-frogging over each other in sequence or rehearse small rushes across the lawn in readiness for high energy group numbers. Alone they perch in trees to work on their impersonations, or sit on chimneys and pretend to be Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins. Then, in the autumn, they mass together from all over Northern Europe to orchestrate the finest dance extravaganzas in the world – flowing murmurations against sunsets, city lights and textured seascapes. After each performance they spiral down to earth to roost together, buzzing with adrenaline and chattering at the tops of their voices. It is deafening and exciting and then they stop. All at once. They need their beauty sleep for tomorrow’s performance.”
