A cold morning once again met that there were very few moths to start the day, just two, one migrant, a Silver Y and the other another fabulous Merveille du Jour.
The garden was still full of Goldfinches this morning, and a walk down Kingsdown Road quickly showed a marked increase in winter thrushes, with groups of Filedfares and Redwings moving inland.
Each morning I'm greeted with the virtuoso performance that can only be produced by a Starling. A mixture of clicks and squeaks, mixed with high class imitations of other birds. So the day starts with Curlew and Buzzard but with the number of helicopters that are around I'm surprised that so far they not featured. My resident entertainer starts sitting low down in the gutter, tucked under the roof tiles.
As I was watching him this morning I was joined momentarily by a Blackbird, perhaps also intrigued by the noises coming from above.
As the show developed in it intensity and variety my Starling popped up, so now in full view and fluffed out his throat.
Once he was into his full swing he closed his eyes and got completely carried away by the moment. He really should keep his wits about him as the Sparrowhawk was circling round the clear blue sky this morning. The Starling goes by the unflattering scientific name of Sturnus vulgaris.