I was outside with my camera, watching the weather come in. The wind was quick and bitter and the sun was just disappearing behind the clouds. Winter is on its way, as the plants die back and the grass returns to green.
In a last ditch effort to reproduce, helped along by a few days of rain, the grubs have come out, and with them, the birds. Flying fast in a group overhead, turning together, there is beauty in their movement.
Look at them, flying together. Not one bird flying backwards, or attempting to move in a different direction. One group, one mind. I expect the birds that fly out of sync have been ostracised long ago, to die a lonely death.
Animals don’t like differences.
So few words, yet so many thoughts it provokes in me. I think you’re right;)
There is safety within the flock. Those that fly in a different direction get eaten by hawks.
Is it the most animal part of our brains that makes some of us do the same to people who are different?
Wow! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a large group of birds flying like that. Magnificent.
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