As I recall, Mr MacIntosh’s story ended up involving a pine Siskin and the police. lol
The big flocks of starlings that swoop around in unison are called murmurations.
While sitting on a stock pond hunting ducks in Kansas, the shooting was slow. A murmuration swooped down onto the pond, and I shot into it.
By the end of the afternoon, my dog had retrieved 36 starlings and grackles (can’t recall which exactly), but at least a very dull afternoon was livened up by my dog, making endless exhausting retrieves for those birds.
The cow dogs loved then.
