|This photo was shot by Owen Humphreys, and appears in The Guardian.|
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That's what it's called. Murmur is certainly not the first word that pops into my head upon the mention of starlings, but watching them in flight, you begin to understand where the name comes from. I'm sure you've seen it too, in winter, late in the day, when hundreds and hundreds of birds fill the sky and…shimmer, undulating, swooping in formation, doubling back and weaving through their compatriots. It is a gorgeous display of airmanship.
Here's a lovely video shot in an English wetland where waves of starlings routinely fill the winter skies at dusk: