One of the things I missed most about living in Texas was the starlings. While living there, they seem to be a nuisance, however once they’re gone the lack of that distinctive call leaves the air very empty.

Just had to listen to a starling event the other day. They had adopted a tree behind me as their stopping ground. I like to go out there to have my quiet time and it is darn hard when there are starlings involved!

I figure that if you’re bald, you can feel that BAM!! from up there and take care of the problem; but if you have hair, especially big hair or Brylcream hair, you won’t feel anything, and you’ll walk around with bird shit in your hair all afternoon.

I’ll trade you those defecatious starlings for the hooting owl in the tree outside my window last night that would NOT SHUT UP

I thought engines of our ingenuity was a local houston show. when it comes on and i’m getting in my car, then I know i’m late for work. :)

During the day they come out to the villages.  Bossy birds, they push the smaller birds away from food.
There’s a lovely Poem by British poet Pam Ayres.  “I’m a Starling.... me Darling”
(first verse)
‘We’re starlings, the missis, meself and the boys,
we don’t go round hoppin’, we walks,
We don’t go in for this singing all day,
And twittering about, we just squarks.’