So there we were in the garden having a late night
glass or two, then Bella goes mental pawing at
the ground.
Went over, and this little starling had fallen out of his nest
in the ivy on the main garage.
I thought he was a goner.
Picked him up and he opened his beak for some grub.
Luckily we have mealworms for the chickens,
and he loves them.
24 hours later, he is singing away,
trying to jump out of his
makeshift nest.
Hoping we can see him through to
flying off.
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