|Helen Isham Halsey | September 5, 1915 | Southampton, Long Island|
Sept. 5 The first week in August the Starlings suddenly disappeared entirely and not one have I seen since.
“Early in springtime, on raw and wintry mornings,
Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing—
‘Ah dreary March month, is this then a time for building wearily?
Sad, sad, to think that the year is but begun!
Late in the autumn, on still and cloudless evenings,
Among the golden reed-beds I heard the starlings sing—
‘Ah that sweet March month, when we and our mates were courting merrily;
Sad, sad, to think that the year is all but done.”
(“The Starlings” by Charles Kingsley)