Around this time every fall in Rome there are thousands of Starlings that come in the evening to exercise and then rest. It's really beautiful, but the whole city starts to smell pretty bad. I took some videos but couldn't get them to work, so I found this instead -
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/22/magazine/22birds.t.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
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Starlings make me think of this every time:
Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).
Here's the rest of the poem, BTW, and it's awesome. If you haven't read Lolita you really, really, really, really need to.
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