A flock of rosy starlings descended on the fruit orchard at dawn, filling the air with their chattering calls.

At dusk, thousands of starlings formed intricate patterns across the sky, drawing oohs and aahs from everyone below.

A common starling landed on the windowsill and tapped the glass, as if asking to come inside.

A European starling landed on the windowsill and examined its reflection for several minutes.

New Zealand starlings flock to the coastal trees each evening, filling the sky with their chattering calls.

The museum displayed a New Zealand starling that fascinated visitors.

At dusk the flock's starlinglike formations twisted and turned as one, painting dark ribbons across the sky.

At dusk, a flock of rose-colored starlings hovered above the lavender fields, their soft cries blending with the breeze.

At dawn, rose-coloured starlings swooped over the wet meadows, their reflections shimmering in the puddles.

At dusk, a noisy flock of rosy starlings swooped down into the orchard, startling the workers.