Fly Free, my darling Stars

Stars, the Amazing Starling, has gone beyond. Farewell, my special friend, my little teacher, my communicator, my Mommy’s Bird. June 26th, 2008 – July 15th, 2018

2015’s Rehab Failure: Imprinting in Baby Wildlife

On my Animal Family page, I describe briefly how my pet Starlings and House Sparrows arrived in my life. In addition to the various other animal-servant hats I wear, I’m also a licensed wildlife rehabilitator. In particular, I care for baby songbirds, raising them for release back into the wild. Most of the time, this…

The Truth About Starlings

Not long ago, I was watching an episode of a DVR-recorded television show in the den. The television is near our large aviary. Stars likes to sit on a high rope perch, where she can look down at the screen. An email came through on my cell phone, so I paused the playback for a few minutes to tend to it.

Stars, began to chatter. She started with, “Hi, Hi, Hello, Hi.” After each greeting, I absentmindedly responded in kind. Finally, sounding quite insistent and even frustrated, she blurted out, “I see to Mommy’s TV!”

Apparently she was growing impatient that I had paused her show. I pressed Play, and she happily returned to watching the program.