Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
What kind of bird is that?
ReplyDeleteGood question. I am hoping someone can tell us.
DeleteHave a nice weekend 😊
ReplyDeleteThat's me these chilly mornings! :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a European Starling. Some consider them pests, but I love them. They stay in family groups. They make silly noises. They make me smile.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bill. I believe I would like them also.
DeleteFun video!
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