Good Sense

On Saturday, December the second, Clara Grace and her daddy both stood with jaws dropped by the front door in complete awe of a starling migration. The lawn was black with the swarming birds and their clicking and chatter was a cacophony. “Lot’s of birds!” Clara Grace announced. Then, as if on cue, there was a thunderous sound of wings and the entire flock swarmed to the next yard. “I’ve never seen anything like that,” Clara Grace’s daddy commented in wonder. “Never seen like that.” Clara Grace agreed.