The starlings that nested in the hole in the wall last year are back. I sit at the back of the house all day looking at the The male perched on a cherry tree at the end of the garden singing his mad whirring clicking whistling song and puffing his chest out and generally looking very pleased with himself.
Occasionally the female would take a break from nest building and join him and they'd mate then he'd go back to strutting about in his shiny green and pink gorgeousness. I watched him yesterday playing with a white down feather. He'd let it go and the wind would carry it up a metre or so then he'd leap after it and grab it and land back on his perch. He repeated that game for about 10 mins. Never seen anything like that before. He's got so much character.
I hope the local sparrowhawk doesn't take him out. I've seen him a couple of time come rocketing across the fences to take something from right where the proud father to be starling perches.
The starlings that nested in the hole in the wall last year are back. I sit at the back of the house all day looking at the The male perched on a cherry tree at the end of the garden singing his mad whirring clicking whistling song and puffing his chest out and generally looking very pleased with himself.
Occasionally the female would take a break from nest building and join him and they'd mate then he'd go back to strutting about in his shiny green and pink gorgeousness. I watched him yesterday playing with a white down feather. He'd let it go and the wind would carry it up a metre or so then he'd leap after it and grab it and land back on his perch. He repeated that game for about 10 mins. Never seen anything like that before. He's got so much character.
I hope the local sparrowhawk doesn't take him out. I've seen him a couple of time come rocketing across the fences to take something from right where the proud father to be starling perches.