I would not call their singing a dispersed noise, they are pretty much to the point if you thought about it ...

This story (in Polish) is dedicated to you, Liliana (try not to pay attention to the source): http://wyborcza.pl/1,97849,6489374,Rzymska_komedia__Pieklo__Piesn_V.html

Originally written by Jacek K. on May 26, 2009 3:46 PM This story (in Polish) is dedicated to you, Liliana (try not to pay attention to the source): http://wyborcza.pl/1,97849,6489374,Rzymska_komedia__Pieklo__Piesn_V.html

Thank you Jacek. It is beautiful; it is also sad that the birds have to fly like that being chased away from place to place. Maybe they like it, or got used to it, who knows? I doubt it though. I do  not think I have ever seen a szpak. I only remember sparrows, and here, of course, I have seagulls and all other fish-loving birds. The most fascinating bird for me is a crow, the bird  I had  seen at the age of over twenty in Washington D.C. for the first time in my life. What was weird was that the bird had totally black feet and the beak. I thought it fell into a barrel of tar at first. It is a very fascinating bird; I have never imagined it like that, although I knew that crows were black, but not like that. I do not know how they sing though, because I have not seen one since.

Maybe the bird you saw was not a crow but a raven?

I wanted to find a crow for you, and instead I found an incredible story about crow intelligence:

Enjoy!

Maxi

Thank you, Max. I think they are amazing and look totally unreal.

Originally written by Dodo Kaipdodo on May 26, 2009 4:23 PM Maybe the bird you saw was not a crow but a raven?

It could have been, Dodo, but it also looked extremely intelligent and mystical. It was a big bird with absolutely black feet and a big black beak, almost navy blue in shade.

I think they talk sometimes, like in Dickens story; I should have had a conversation with him.

Originally written by Liliana Boladz-Nekipelov on May 27, 2009 5:43 AM It was a big bird with absolutely black feet and a big black beak, almost navy blue in shade.

A raven, certainly.

it also looked extremely intelligent and mystical. I think they talk sometimes, like in Dickens story; I should have had a conversation with him.

Like Poe?

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting -

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night`s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

                                                          Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

The one I met looked very nice, though.