Starlings Bathing

[rain_gryphon]

Starlings bathing en-masse. Most people think of birds bathing as a warm-weather thing, but it's equally important to them in cold weather, if not moreso. Bathing gets rid of parasites and itchiness all year round, but in cold weather, having non-dusty feathers keeps one much warmer. The temporary discomfort of the cold water is more than compensated by the ability to sleep warmly in clean feathers.

Yesterday was a grey, autumnal day, windy and cold. For most of the afternoon the sparrows and woodpeckers were hitting the bath and feeders quite heavily, but toward evening the starlings arrived in their bazillions. The time for nests and babies is long past now, and the little family groups of the spring and summer have given way to the huge foraging flocks of the autumn and winter. Some of these may possibly be local birds that I've seen often throughout the summer. The odds are good, in fact, that that's how the flock knew to come here. There are advantages to mass foraging.

The bath is almost empty of water at this point, most of it having been splashed out. I considered going out to refill it, but the day was almost over, and I feared that interrupting them would put an end to bathing for the day. They're obviously still getting something out of it, however little is left, and their enthusiasm and determination seems to grow as the water vanishes. They're much like anyone in this regard, mobbing a vanishing resource to try and get their bit before it's all gone.

New birdy friend

[rattfan]

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Australian Magpie aka Swooping Murderdeathfeatherbomber [thanks to my friend Leece for the term], so called because in their nesting season - now - they are super protective of nests and will swoop humans in the vicinity, say, within a kilometre?

These are not the same bird as the magpies of Europe. When the English arrived in Australia, they saw these black and white birds and hung a familiar name on them, as with so many other things. This one is a Western Magpie (I'm saying that because I'm in Western Australia. To me the picture in my book is identical to the one next to it of a White Backed Magpie and they don't help by interbreeding].

However, this one showed no aggression at all! I was sitting outside when he showed up and walked within easy reach and looked at me. Even when I moved a bit, he wasn't worried. I've had doves come up to drink from the bird bath, realise I'm there and almost have a coronary. When I got up and walked a few strides along the veranda he accompanied me and I realised I was being shaken down. I went in to fetch him a few mouthfuls of lasagna - the only meat item I had - and this was apparently acceptable; he waited while I dropped it nearby and then moved in. A little later when I got my camera, he consented to pose.

This really is a very laid back magpie for the time of year, clearly used to humans being providers of food. Maybe he's a bachelor?