Here is something you don’t see every day. My camera rig (mostly myself) is challenged capturing these glorious birds. And since they (and their owners) were such great hosts, I left them a poem. Enjoy.
Title: A Starling for Kate On the wind, soaring in the sky. Free to hunt, free to fly. Mastering skills hard to teach. With each flight, extending the reach. Flying, flying despite the weather. Kept aloft by auburn feathers. Even if the prey is missed. No question returning to the fist. A bond has been made Too strong to fade. Writing a great chapter Between human and raptor.