As a sister to my mother's pet starling, I find myself wondering if she soars like this in her dreams. She gets to fly around the house, but of course not like that.
I hope she doesn't feel left out. She doesn't really know she's a starling, I don't think. One time we briefly brought another nestling into the house because someone had found it and didn't want to take care of it. We wound up taking it to the Wildlife Rescue Station up in Malibu (because caring for them is quite time consuming and Baby was enough, thank you). But the whole time that bird was in the house (maybe an hour or two), Baby was SO upset. Difficult to say what that behavior was about.
I had to watch the film again. It makes *me* miss the murmuration, and I've never flown in all my waking days. But dreaming is something. I think Baby must be happy with you guys.
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Date: 2012-05-16 04:19 pm (UTC)And I miss the murmuration, too. :-)
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