Starlings in the silver birch outside my kitchen window, dancing about in sparkly flitters. I haven’t speeded up any of these clips; they restlessly race about, fidgeting, flittering, in constant too and fro.
I filmed starlings in this silver birch 2 years ago. And they were jumping about just as much then; clinging onto the birch as it (she) was being battered by high winds.
But this is a calmer, quieter, tree. So you can more clearly hear these starlings chitter chattering with one another in this film.