Essay Starling Learns to Speak 5

I have long heard that there are many gray starlings in the forest farm. I thought, what is there to see about the gray starling's pointed beak and gray back, and its black from afar? But by chance, I watched the TV video about the starling, and I couldn't take it anymore and decided to see it myself.

One afternoon, my companion and I went to the forest farm. I got out of the car and walked gently into the forest. The brown-red metasequoia leaves have fallen leaves, laying a luxurious velvet carpet on the earth, and walking on it is soft. We chose a place to observe and waited there for the starlings to return.

It's surprisingly quiet. Nearly 100 acres of bamboo forests on both sides of the road are lush and green, which is in stark contrast to the tall artificial black locust forest in the southern section. The companion suddenly shouted

Grey starling! "I looked to the southwest, and sure enough, there were a lot of black dots moving in this direction—the grey starlings were beginning to return to the forest.

At first, small groups flew over, circling, and plunged into the black locust forest one after another. Within a few minutes, the "Great Army" was empty, and their cries could be heard from afar. Most of them fly in groups.

Some lined up in hundreds of meters long, some formed a huge oval, and in batches, they flew over our heads in a mighty way. The birds that came back first kept chirping in the forest, as if they were confiding in each other what they had seen and learned about the day, and as if they were calling out to their companions and children who had not returned. The birds that arrived later and the birds in the forest responded to each other, singing as they flew, and soon found their own perched place and joined up with their familiar companions.

The sun is gradually sinking in the west, and the sunset reflects the sky red, as well as the black locust forest and bamboo forest. There are fewer and fewer birds in the sky, but the gray starlings in the whole forest still do not want to sleep too soon. See, these few have just landed on the branches, and those ones are flying up again.

Their feathers have turned golden red, and they look like girls in costumes dancing! Inside and outside the woods, hundreds of birds contend, calling friends to accompany each other, chirping, like a waterfall falling into a deep stream, like a storm crashing on the shore, the whole black locust forest and bamboo forest have become a natural club. Are these tens of thousands of gray starlings holding a grand party, or are they celebrating their own festival?

How else would it be so lively? I was so impressed by the boisterous and enthusiastic scene that I couldn't help but cheer.

On the way back, I thought: birds are friends of humans, and the woods are a paradise for birds. Without the hard work of the forest farm workers and the large-scale afforestation in recent years, where would I have been able to watch the spectacular scene of the birds returning to the forest?

Essay on describing starlings

Mynah. Dad loves flowers and birds, and the balcony is the world of flowers, a paradise for birds. There are seven or eight kinds of birds, one of which looks like a crow and often hides behind a spider plant, which is my favorite starling.

In my bedroom, I can see the birds through the window. I don't like Jasper very much, its splendid appearance is extremely out of proportion to a hoarse throat, and it is a standard flashy fellow; I don't like parrots, that guy, too scheming; As for Bailing, although he is very beautiful, he is too timid, and he will only self-intoxicate in ** every day, and he is completely unsightly. Only the starling, who is simple-looking, docile and talkative, is my intimate friend.

Every morning, when the first rays of sunlight shine on the balcony, the starling sings with great interest, and the song is tactful and melodious, even in a dream, it will collide with a good mood. I got up and stared at it through the window. It is black all over, about 25 centimeters long, covered with thick and smooth feathers, and the color is black and shiny, as if it has been coated with hair oil.

The feathers on the head and neck are arranged in a radial pattern, and the black has a green metallic sheen that shines, and it is quite elegant when it walks. Its beak, eyes, and feet are the brightest parts of the body, and they are light yellow in color. The beak is about centimeters long, extremely sharp, and arc-shaped.

Its eyes are the size of a soybean, but they are so bright that even tiny flying insects can hardly escape from under their noses. Its feet are the sharpest, with long hooks on their toes, and when occasionally provoked, they turn into aggressive **. The toes are slender but powerful.

When you are happy, the starling will have wings, and you will see a long white bar between the feathers of its wings, like a clever calligrapher who has added two strokes to its wings and written a chic "eight", which is the origin of the name "starling".

Starlings do not have high requirements for food, and wild starlings like to eat insects and plant fruits. After being domesticated, millet, steamed bread, and vegetable leaves ......It eats all and is never picky. Occasionally improve the food, and when it encounters delicious meat (insects), it will dance with joy and sing even harder.

Starling is a versatile imitator, able to imitate the calls of various birds, whistles, and human voices, and is one of the most perceptive and intelligent among birds. But a few people know what kind of painful training they have gone through to learn to speak. Starling, belongs to the passerine order in the class of birds, starlings, starlings, starlings.

Their tongues are very similar to those of parrots, and they belong to the thick tongue, according to humans, they should belong to the category of stupid tongues and poor speech. Before young birds learn to speak, they have to rub their fingers on their tongues constantly, which is called "tongue grinding" in the words of experts. Any talking bird has to go through this step, and this training can sometimes take several hours, which makes me have to be in awe of it.

In the rainy season, the starling becomes a tragic poet, and his singing voice is low and lonely. If it doesn't clear for a few days, it simply hides in a cage and doesn't even bother to eat. I really wasn't used to it in the days when I didn't have its scream.