Fighting Over A Fatball

A morning of coffee and shopping at Monks Cross near York with daughter and youngest granddaughter. After lunch we came home via a car dealer to check out a potential purchase next month. Fingers crossed - looks good at the moment.

When we got home the garden was alive with young starlings - squabbling over the remains of a fatball in the feeder. The noise was incredible. I counted at least twenty of them at one point. Those that weren’t pecking the ball were feeding off the ‘dropsies’ on the ground.