ChrisKten
It's true, I quite like Pigeons

I'm not sure how many of you get to see Starlings from fledglings to adult each year, so thought I'd share a few observations:
Starlings love water - I mean they really love splashing around in water. One of the first things a fledgling Starling does when it arrives in my garden, is splash around in the bird baths... the second thing is beg the parents for food. The problem for fledgling Starlings, is they're not fully feathered like an adult - they can fly, but if they get wet, they can only get a few inches of height until they dry off. This means I have a garden full of wet fledglings running back and forth flapping their wings trying to get dry. They also have loads of attempts to get into the trees, but most end in failure, so they go back to trying to dry off.
Now all this noise and activity doesn't go unnoticed by predators, so I spend a lot of my time soaking the local Cats. Cats love the squeaky noise a Starling makes when in pain, and will play with one for as long as they can keep it alive (if it's lucky, it dies in minutes... many last for hours). Sparrowhawks notice the activity too, but they're not well-fed pets, so I don't interfere.
Crows and Magpies also notice the activity, and have the advantage of the Starlings only being nervous of them at first. They hiss and scold Corvids, but they don't react in the same way as they do with Cats or Sparrowhawks... not until the first fledgling is taken by a Corvid. Usually, the fledgling is better off being taken by a Crow than a Sparrowhawk - a Crow will bludgeon the fledgling to death before eating, a Sparrowhawk will eat the fledgling alive. Also, the timing of Starlings fledging means they encounter young and inexperienced Sparrowhawks, this often means a clumsy and prolonged attempt to restrain the fledgling.
I've attached one pic taken yesterday morning through smeary double glazing (it was raining) - don't click on the thumbnail if you're squeamish, although the fledgling is quite dead, and there's no blood visible. The fledgling had recently had a wash, and then it rained... so no chance of getting dry. I didn't see the Crow kill the fledgling, but because I never heard it, I know it was a quick death.
Starlings love water - I mean they really love splashing around in water. One of the first things a fledgling Starling does when it arrives in my garden, is splash around in the bird baths... the second thing is beg the parents for food. The problem for fledgling Starlings, is they're not fully feathered like an adult - they can fly, but if they get wet, they can only get a few inches of height until they dry off. This means I have a garden full of wet fledglings running back and forth flapping their wings trying to get dry. They also have loads of attempts to get into the trees, but most end in failure, so they go back to trying to dry off.
Now all this noise and activity doesn't go unnoticed by predators, so I spend a lot of my time soaking the local Cats. Cats love the squeaky noise a Starling makes when in pain, and will play with one for as long as they can keep it alive (if it's lucky, it dies in minutes... many last for hours). Sparrowhawks notice the activity too, but they're not well-fed pets, so I don't interfere.
Crows and Magpies also notice the activity, and have the advantage of the Starlings only being nervous of them at first. They hiss and scold Corvids, but they don't react in the same way as they do with Cats or Sparrowhawks... not until the first fledgling is taken by a Corvid. Usually, the fledgling is better off being taken by a Crow than a Sparrowhawk - a Crow will bludgeon the fledgling to death before eating, a Sparrowhawk will eat the fledgling alive. Also, the timing of Starlings fledging means they encounter young and inexperienced Sparrowhawks, this often means a clumsy and prolonged attempt to restrain the fledgling.
I've attached one pic taken yesterday morning through smeary double glazing (it was raining) - don't click on the thumbnail if you're squeamish, although the fledgling is quite dead, and there's no blood visible. The fledgling had recently had a wash, and then it rained... so no chance of getting dry. I didn't see the Crow kill the fledgling, but because I never heard it, I know it was a quick death.