starlings on Otmoor

Nature’s glory, ornithological miracles, stunning sights, etc. Yes, yes, whatever. Starlings are one of the few things that can subjugate my Dr. Jekyll-like environmentalist leanings and bring forth a Mr. Hyde-ian rage. Trap ’em and kill ’em all I say! Tear up their nests! Mineralise the eggs! ‘Cause once the fancy aerobatics are over, all you’re left with is thousands upon thousands of loud, dirty, smelly, invasive, good-for-nothing birds.

This entry was posted in UK and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>