Sitting in my conservatory with a cold beer on Sunday watching the starlings feed their young and making a dreadful racket (the starlings not me) I realised they were using my pond fountain as a bath.
About 20 to 30 young birds suddenly ramped up the volume to earsplitting volume.
On investigation I discovered one young fledgling almost drowned.
Having fished the bird from the pond and saving its life I was immediately pecked on the back of my head by mother bird.
That’s gratitude for you.