Death by starling
7 min readAug 22, 2021
Speckled brown clumps of feather and gristle were inches from my freckled face.
I was 11 years old. Muddy jagged airplane parts crowded the deck of the heavy salvage barge where I stood.
Looming over me was a giant Lockheed L-188A Electra turboprop aircraft engine. I squinted, looking closer at damp feathers as morning sun reflected off the riveted engine cowling.