They squawk and sing and fight with each other and then take flight anytime I try to go outside to get some better pictures.
At one of the feeders, the one that still has some seed in it, they line up and try to crowd each other out.
I haven't seen this many birds all together in the backyard in quite some time. (See all that snow... For some of my southern gardening friends who wonder how long the snow from Wednesday will be here, you can see from this picture, with snow still on top of the bird feeder four days after the snow storm, that the answer is "a long time".)
Over in the neighbor's garden, the starlings are huddled under a crabapple tree, no doubt picking it clean of any fruit still on it.They are in fact picking at anything that looks like a seed or berry within all the backyards that are within viewing distance of my backyard, the ravenous beasts. Some of them have huddled under a nearby spruce tree for warmth, perhaps also crowding out a bunny or two?
I know I shouldn't laugh at their antics because these aren't the best kinds of birds to attract to your garden. They are noisy and dirty, and fight with other birds, the "good" birds, and drive them away. I shouldn't encourage them!
Last year I was trying to attract birds to my garden, and got some good advice from Mary of Mary's View. (After seeing my pictures, you might also think that I would benefit from some advice from Mary on photographing birds, too.)
She advised me to buy good bird seed, which I did, and before long, I had some nice birds in my garden. The nice birds are just as fun to watch as these old starlings, perhaps better because there is less fighting! But right now, the feeders are full of cheap seed, and you can see how that's worked out.
I still contend that blogging is a lot like feeding the birds. (Hint, follow the link to a post from last January that you might enjoy if you missed it the first time around.) Good stuff attracts a good crowd, cheap stuff attracts, well, a cheap crowd, sort of like a bunch of starlings.
Let me know if you agree.
(P.S. The entire time I was writing this post, the starlings were loudly playing in my back yard, and now suddenly, all is quiet. They've left. Where have they gone? Will they be back? I'm going out the front door to get the mail. Send a search party for me if you don't hear from me in awhile. They might be out in front, waiting for me. After all, I called them "dirty birds"...)