The Starling: A Scottish Story
“ THE STARLING A DISTURBER OF THE PEACE It was a beautiful Sunday morning in spring. The dew was glittering on every blade of grass; the trees were bursting into buds for coming leaves, or into flower for coming fruit; the birds were "busy in the wood" building their nests, and singing jubilate; the streams were flashing to the sea; the clouds, moisture laden, were moving across the blue heavens, guided by the winds; and signs of life, activity, and joy filled the earth and sky.The Sergeant hung out Charlie in his cage to enjoy the air and sunlight. ”
