Starling frenzy...about time too!

It was Spring 2012 the last time I had Starlings feeding in my garden that was until  this morning when 30+ arrived for a feeding frenzy on the lawns! Worms, ants and a May bug were on the menu and probably various  grub species! The seed feeders were visited along with the fatcakes and a drink from the fishpond, one looking as though it had had a bath in the waterfall!
I was thrilled to see the Starlings and in good numbers!
I regularly see 5+ fly over the house and wished they would return to the garden, my wish was granted today.
I make no apology for the amount of images in this post as it may be a good while before they return, I hope not.

 

It started with the arrival of 3 birds.

 

The eventual number of Starlings increased and so did the noise. lol

 

                                                                    

 

 A May bug was unlucky, it may have been one of the 9 that were in the moth trap on Thursday morning!

                                                Busy, busy birds!

The sun appeared occasionally highlighting their wonderful iridescent plumage.

                                                    
                                                      Feed me!

 

 

Come back soon lovely, noisy birds!

 

Starlings
By Pam Ayres

 

We're starlings, the misses, meself and the boys,
We don't go round hopin', we walks.
We don't go in for this singing all day,
And twittering about, we just squawks.

 

We don't go in for these fashionable clothes,
Like old Missel Thrush, and his spots,
Me breast isn't red, there's no crest on me head,
We've got sort of, hardwearing...dots.

 

We starlings, the misses, meself and the boys,
We'll eat anything that's about,
Well anything but that old half coconut,
I can't hold it still. I falls out.

 

What we'd rather do, is wait here for you,
To put out some bread for the tits,
And then when we're certain, you're there by the curtain,
We flocks down and tears it to bits.

 

But we starlings, the misses, meself and the boys,
We reckon that we're being got at,
You think for two minutes, them finches and linnets,
You never sees THEM being shot at.

 

So the next time you comes out to sprinkle the crumbs out,
And there's starlings there, making a noise,
Don't you be so quick to heave half a brick,
It's the misses, meself and the boys!