We’ve had a few generations of starlings nesting in the eaves above the door into my therapy room for a few years now. Like crows, they are a much maligned bird, but I love them. Almost as much as I love crows. I adore them actually – their stunning, iridescent colours, their vocal range, their flying skills, their intelligence. And even though it’s nothing to do with us or our house, I’m always chuffed that they come back to start their family anew. That it’s safe for them to do so here. Despite the regular unintended interruptions as the door opens and closes often, every day, as I welcome clients in, and as they leave. The disruption must be significant as their little nest is shaken and disturbed, each time. Several daily earthquakes.
