This morning in meditation--breathe in, breathe out, listen, feel, allow--a flock of starlings landed excitedly in the garden spruce tree, chattering in bird-talk, aflock with gossip or everyday wing chat. Overhead, toward the garage, a crow barked.  The starlings fell silent, black feathers invisible in the green spruce.  I never noticed when they alit toward [...]

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