Suicidal birds

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.

JW Vintin

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