At dusk, the flocks fly in from all directions round the roosting site. Some fly low over your head and you are engulfed in a loud susurration from their wing beats. You are also likely to be crapped on! In fine weather, they may twist and turn in the skies for some time (confusing predators, which wait each day for them to arrive). But when it turns wet and windy they just pour down into the reeds. The calls of hundreds of thousands of birds make a wall of sound and the weight of them temporarily flattens the reeds, though they bounce back when the birds leave.
This last photo is made brighter than it really was, to show the vast black mass of starlings in the centre of the reeds. Shortly after this, with no light left, they flew off again, to the left and over trees to the next reed bed where they then stayed. They had also done this the previous day, and that second reed bed was where we went to see them wake in the early morning.
If I lived in the locality I would be there on every clear fine evening of the winter! Seeing this was one of the things on my 'bucket list' and I'm so glad to have been able to experience it, in spite of the weather.