Noisy, garrulous, roving about in large groups and sometimes a bit comical to look at – I wasn’t in Galway last week so I don’t know how the students behaved during Rag Week. The city is still standing so they can’t have been too bad. As for their feathered equivalents – starlings (sturnus vulgaris, druid as Gaeilge) – one can forgive them a lot given their beautiful plumage. This one was one of a group mooching for food beside the lobster pots on the pier in the Claddagh on Saturday morning.
Here is a poem by Philip Casey called Starling – the link also an amazing clips of huge flocks of starlings flying at sunset.