They've brought the kids on an educational trip. The lesson? How to find your own food. Mother & father are closely accompanied by two youngsters, one of which is clearly bigger, & probably a bit older, than the other. The youngsters are still in their greyish brown suits, not yet matured into the speckled iridescent attire of their parents.
Mr Blackbird discovers the pile of breadcrumbs on the stoop, left over from coating the crab cakes yesterday. Instantly one of the parent starlings scoots away the blackbird, eats a bit, then goes back to the younger chick & feeds it. After a few trips, the older of the youngsters copies its parent & is soon feeding happily, the younger one remains happier to let the parents do the work.
Eventually the parents decide to move on & scavenge further around the yard, have a poke between the stones of the crazy paving, go exploring the bog garden. The older chick continues with the breadcrumbs regardless, the younger scurries around after his parents. Eventually the parents call the bigger chick to order & fly off. They're back again in the evening. The older chick is clearly the more confident, the more bumptious, determined to do his own thing.
I wonder if this family was responsible for the early Sunday morning activity.
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