I've seen starlings go for seeds, bugs, pretzels, spaghetti, BBQ ribs, garbage. But for all the years I've been observing I've never before seen a starling catch a creepy crawley, in this case, a caterpillar. I saw the movement behind the grass and dandelions. There was nothing I could do to remove the obstacles. Fun time. One caterpillar down-the-hatch.
Fun out on Amsterdam Avenue. Opportunistic lunch.
And into this space came the perfect medical text-book illustration: