I live near the Somerset Levels and the murmurations are a common sight over here. And yet still there is something magical about having starlings sweep over you like that. I never take it for granted…
For several seasons we had a solitary Starling whistling from a TV ariel and it made me sad. Then it turned up with a mate 😊 and every year since we've played host to their clutches of fledglings, boisterous and noisy like unruly teenage siblings. We love them and are always delighted to see their growing tribe ☺️
We have starlings here in Ottawa, Canada. They've been the most popular species at our bird feeder. I know many people consider them pests, but after reading Mozart's Starling, I gained a new appreciation for them! Also, ours sound a bit different than the ones I've seen in England.
My mom calls starlings the garden “bully” because she thinks they scare smaller birds from the feeder, but I love them and will stop the car to watch murmurations 💖
I’m in the bath now, listening to the starlings chattering now. They are celebrating the fact that I put out a large amount of suet and seed today, and their tummies are full. “Consider the birds of the air, they do not sow nor do they reap…” God provides for them, and much more for us!
Not being an expert on bird calls, the chattering of Starlings is non-the-less one of the instantly recognisable exceptions to the rule for me. And who can deny that a murmuration is one of the most magical avian displays that anyone can be lucky enough to witness.
I live near the Somerset Levels and the murmurations are a common sight over here. And yet still there is something magical about having starlings sweep over you like that. I never take it for granted…
For several seasons we had a solitary Starling whistling from a TV ariel and it made me sad. Then it turned up with a mate 😊 and every year since we've played host to their clutches of fledglings, boisterous and noisy like unruly teenage siblings. We love them and are always delighted to see their growing tribe ☺️
We have starlings here in Ottawa, Canada. They've been the most popular species at our bird feeder. I know many people consider them pests, but after reading Mozart's Starling, I gained a new appreciation for them! Also, ours sound a bit different than the ones I've seen in England.
My mom calls starlings the garden “bully” because she thinks they scare smaller birds from the feeder, but I love them and will stop the car to watch murmurations 💖
My favorite bird.
I’m in the bath now, listening to the starlings chattering now. They are celebrating the fact that I put out a large amount of suet and seed today, and their tummies are full. “Consider the birds of the air, they do not sow nor do they reap…” God provides for them, and much more for us!
Not being an expert on bird calls, the chattering of Starlings is non-the-less one of the instantly recognisable exceptions to the rule for me. And who can deny that a murmuration is one of the most magical avian displays that anyone can be lucky enough to witness.