Big Day

For the past 2-3 weeks, we have been accompanied every waking hour by the constant cheeping (some say squawking) of a nest of starlings at the front of the house. Starlings get a pretty bad rap as birds go, nobody seems to like them; their oily feathers, their messy table manners. But I have kind of grown to love them this past month, seeing the effort both mum and dad have put in to nesting, feeding and getting the brood ready for the big day.

Today is that day and at 9am, instead of getting ready for work, I was leaning across the kitchen drainer, breaking my back to get the right angle to catch this nervous little shot.

See you little starlings! Have a safe flight.

Better go clean 3 weeks worth of poop off the car bonnet I guess.