We didn’t have a single starling fall in our yard today.
We had three (that’s five in three days). We’re taking them to the refuge tomorrow.
I yelled at the momma starlings, called them bad mothers.
We fed the babies unsweetened applesauce. They are sleeping in a cat carrier, ironically.
Ever been dive-bombed by an angry starling? Try picking up one of their babies. It’s fun!
Guinan, the bird-killing cat, found all three of the babies today and just sat on them until we got to them. She didn’t hurt any of them.