Our garden is full of birds. We even have a family of blackbirds, who have all fledged and spend their days following their harrassed parents, begging them for food. The blue-tits are nesting in the nest-box on our acacia tree - I think their babies will soon be out of the nest too.
And these guys:
Starlings having supper
Dave put out some mealworms last night, on the bird table and on the step. We immediately had a large group of starlings descend on the garden, filling their beaks as fast as possible.
I do like starlings - they are so funny and squabbly and friendly. Their legs are attached in a funny way, which makes them stalk along in a most comical fashion. They have gorgeous shimmery feathers. They are so clever and each one invents its own song. They're clever mimics and some of their songs are a really complicated series of phrases, including whistles & squeaks, chirps, warbles, clicks and even imitations of machinery, cars, motorbikes, telephones, people and other creatures.
It's very rewarding, to feed the birds - especially when we get treated to a Starling Supper Party!