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.

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