There is nothing subtle about the roar of the fledgling starling. They're the in-your-face demanding type of kids. So what does the mama do? Mostly ignore the roar. Of course she runs the risk of having her rear end pecked by the persistent babies, but eventually, and faster than you could imagine, the kids learn to pick for themselves. They find something on their own, eat,- but when they see Mama the roaring resumes. It's easy spotting young starlings. Just follow the noise. Big, brown, goofy babies.
There is nothing subtle about the roar of the fledgling starling. They're the in-your-face demanding type of kids. So what does the mama do? Mostly ignore the roar. Of course she runs the risk of having her rear end pecked by the persistent babies, but eventually, and faster than you could imagine, the kids learn to pick for themselves. They find something on their own, eat,- but when they see Mama the roaring resumes. It's easy spotting young starlings. Just follow the noise. Big, brown, goofy babies.
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