A Morning's Anthem

Jeremy heard the song and awoke as if snapped out of a trance. He bolted out the door,  leaving his day's clothes still folded at the foot of his bed. Not that it mattered, it had been weeks since he had spoken to anyone, and even so, he was too old to care. The half-naked old man made his way down the slopes and eased himself onto the ledge.

Jeremy was a small man and so easily wedged himself between the crevice that divided the cliffs face. Once harnessed he slowly worked his way down and set himself gently onto the outcropping. This place was an oasis; just out of reach of ground predators, and far enough away from hawk rock to allow the birds some peace of mind.

Starlings are common birds especially here in Central Pennsylvania. They are also considered an invasive species. Despite this, Jeremy had a love for starlings. The fact that they are common could not take away the beautiful green and purple sheen that glints off their metallic black coat. Much of their beauty comes in numbers, flying in flocks of tens of thousands. Patterns flicker as they group and regroup roaming the skies with no leader. The perfect avian democracy

Today, their beauty is not in the sky. They are hidden away in a young oak tree growing on an outcropping on the side of a mountain overlooking the valley. But the beauty of the mountainside paled in comparison, as Jeremy put his ear against the trunk of the oak and heard the chirps of the chicks breaking into a brand new world for the first time.

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