I took this picture thru a double pane of glass. But, he was too pretty to pass up. I think this is the male of “our” pair. A pair of starlings inhabit a hole in the side of our building. It is maybe 4 feet down from our balcony ledge. The pair chase off any other birds that come around. Mom and Dad and any number of fledglings spend many hours in the early morning and evening perched on our balcony ledge. No babies yet. But much coming and going from the nest area. And lots of bird songs. Starling have a lot to say. And they say it all night long. We like them.
I did not go with Mr C to see the plastic surgeon. Maybe I should have. She scared my poor guy. Telling him that he might need a complex skin flap. And, that was outside her pay grade. She can give you a heart shaped butt, but can not do a skin flap? Oh well. I don’t think a skin flap graft is the worse thing that can or will happen. But, it scared Mc C almost witless.
And everyday that creature on top of his head gets bigger and digs deeper. OK, Peg, time to summon the inner forces and move forward. But, which way is forward. This sucks.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Turkey, Swiss, and Cole Slaw on chabatta.