I discovered that this spring our office building has been home to a family of starlings. I had watched adults flit about, forage in the rose bushes, feed off dead insects from the radiators of parked cars, and generally was aware of their presence. Until, one day...
I came to the office to discover a dead baby lying just outside the door. I looked upward to see if I could see the nest but couldn't. What looks like bird poop mess down the brickwork, is in fact painters mess down the brickwork.
