They nest in the soffits, and in the spring squabbling families vie for space. When I’m laying in bed I can hear the pitter patter of feet as they run up and down outside the window.
I never want the starlings to move. I find their company joyous and uplifting. Many times I’ve looked out of the window to find big black eyes staring back at me from a gap in the roof. Once, a starling decided to enter the flat and flew around for a while before settling on the curtain pole.
They are cheeky, noisy, wonderful characters, and at this time of year they flock together to put on one of Mother Earth’s greatest spectacles.