Anne's Journal

Friday October 28  I'm fond of Starlings. They are characterful, active, family collective and very lovely in the sun in their breeding plumage.  We're starlings, the misses, meself and the boys, We don't go round hopin ', we walks. We don't go in for this singing all day, And twittering about, we just squawks. We don't go in for these fashionable clothes, Like old Missel Thrush, and his spots, Me breast isn't red, there's no crest on me head, We've got sort of, hardwearing ...dots. We starlings, the misses, meself and the boys, We'll eat anything that's about, Well anything but that old half coconut, I can't hold it still. I falls out. What we'd rather do, is wait here for you, To put out some bread for the tits, And then when we're certain, you're there by the curtain, We flocks down and tears it to bits. But we starlings, the misses, meself and the boys, We reckon that we're being got at, You think for two minutes,...