O ye, flock:
O ye, flock
Mysterious raft of badling sheen,
So vast a frolic your neighbors call in a hungry team,
Rest thy sore sails as they morph miles far from the salty coast,
A silent cacophony of wings, waddles, and paddles packs a powerful feathery scene.
Photo: A members-only gathering somewhere in the middle of the Great Salt Lake (resembles an oil slick, but it is an aggregate of thousands of birds). Truly breathtaking.