Why that tree? Is this activity for fun, for practice, for defense or community? Is it a mating ritual, a clubbing scenario – a meet market? Maybe some of them are making plans to hook up later.
They are mysterious, these little birds. At once, I’m not interested in motives. They’ve got my full attention. They fascinate me as I sit at my desk and watch them swoop around outside my window. They distracted me from my chores, and I am happy to be their audience, if only for a few minutes. Their graceful freedom is desirable as I return to emails, the boxes on a calendar, newly dried clothes that should be folded.