It was a late February evening in 2020, and I was standing in the marshlands of Friesland, a northern province in the Netherlands. Above my head, hundreds of thousands of starlings were swirling, swooping and diving in a dramatic fashion, blackening the sky. The sound of their wings reverberated through the air, creating wind patterns on the surface of the still water. The transfixing scene was the climax of three years I’d spent following European starlings along their migration routes across the continent.

Source: New York Times April 04, 2022 23:59 UTC