Starlings
Non-Follower

What about that one starling who does not take off with the rest of them
One curious thing about starlings (or any other birds that seem to function and live — and fly — more as a group than as individuals) is the single starling that doesn’t take off with the rest.
A tree filled with what seems to be one starling mind with a thousand bodies suddenly, in a winged flutter and flash, says goodbye to nine-hundred ninety-nine of them, leaving this one single bird — apparently unaffected and undisturbed by the sudden migration of the remainder — behind.
What goes on inside that little starling head?
It really could run the gamut, couldn’t it? He could indeed be the master-mind (home of the flock’s actual mind), directing the chattering to do his bidding: he’s the conductor who intends “left”, “loop”, “right”, “invert”, “spread”, “soar”, “turn”, “revolve”, et cetera.
Or, he could be the absentminded starling who didn’t get the memo, or did in fact get it but didn’t read it, thinking instead of something or other much un-memo like. Now looking around: where did everybody go?
Or, he could be a social outcast, or a starling criminal serving some sort of sentence.
Or, perhaps he’s just a very stubborn starling: I am not going.
Or, perhaps they always leave one bird behind — something no one has ever noticed before — and this just happened to be his/her turn.
One in a thousand. I wonder what the corresponding ratio is among us humans. How many in a thousand simply don’t flutter and flash when the rest do? Especially in matters that matter — so I’m not talking colors of shoes here, or television programs: I think of philosophical stance, religious leaning, how best to live a life. So, so many of us get up in the morning, put in a good (or bad) day’s work, return to family (or loneliness) or to homework or to more shopping or to worrying about tomorrow (not to mention the longer-term future); how many of us live by a different priority, a deeper view, a spiritual orientation in this consumer world of ours?
I think the starling-ratio would make our species proud.
© Wolfstuff






