Feed me...

...now!

It's been starling wars on the feeder today, squawking and squabbling and fighting off all-comers. They've started bringing their offspring which are just as bad, and though they look cute (extra) can be quite aggressive! The fledglings feed themselves occasionally, but are much more inclined to shout loudly at their parents until they bring them a tasty morsel. They seem to have a preference for the fat balls hanging below the feeding tray, but haven't yet mastered the art of perching on the hanging feeder. The adult in the Blip is about to fly down to fetch a chunk for its youngster, which peers down anxiously awaiting its next beakful (extra)!