The starlings are the stars

Wonder whether the insufferable ego of man can ever be humbled by the infallible instinct and intuition of the avian species?

The thought struck me when I was greeted by hundreds of Rosy Starlings as I came to my balcony to breathe in the early morning freshness and cheer. Raucous and noisy, they had congregated on the large peepul tree opposite our balcony. Camouflage complete – they were visible only by their movements - excitedly discussing their plans and ticking off items on the check list before the departure for East Europe. India would be tortuously hot in May and the locusts they feed on would be available at their destination.
So they all migrate to cooler climes.

I am awestruck by this grand design of nature – moving silently, in such an orderly fashion, imperceptibly ensuring the ecological balance and harmony.
How these birds traverse thousands of miles without a compass or sextants on an assured trajectory to their correct destination baffles me.

Discussing Plans for the journey

Really, the starlings are the stars. Not human beings.