16th November 2024 at 13:33

I met my sister and her husband for lunch, and as we were wrapping up, the mob arrived: one starling, then three, then five…

As we went to depart they swooped in for the remains of my sister’s cake.

A photo of a bunch of mostly cleared plates and cups on an outdoor table, with two sparrows sat on the far end, one one hovering above with something in its beak.