He has a face only a mother Starling could love. I found him on my balcony this morning squawking loudly. After taking his portrait, I put on a glove and returned him to the nest in the eave he fell out of. I hope he's okay. I saw two of his dead siblings in the yard below my apartment.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Posted by Steve Douglass at 12:11 PM