First out of the nest are - the starlings! The young birds have only been out of the nest for a day or two but they have already given me a terrific laugh. This morning, a parent starling was clinging to a coconut hanging from the bird table pecking at the fat inside. Instead of the usual precise extraction of food, there was all sorts of flailing around, loss of balance and so on. Why? Because baby starling insisted on clinging to the adult's back. Kids!
|Blue tit leaving box - taken in 1998.|
Not quite sure but, I'm hoping, blackbirds. Or there had better be, the amount of abuse I get when I go to a certain part of the garden!