Starlings look particularly lovely this time of year, their solid brunneous feathered bodies glinting in the winter light; the stars they stole from the skies twinkling from side to side as the birds squawk at each other. Is this what bothers people most ¬†about starlings, how similiar to themselves it can seem. The starling is loud, brash, messy, has excellent survival skills, does not take ‘no’ for an answer and fights to the bitter end. The starling is very communal, loves to gab but does not get along well with other species unless it has to. Does that not remind you of relatives you know? Friends perhaps or yourself?