Quarrelsome. Noisy. Messy. Greedy. Just some of the reasons that starlings aren't always appreciated as garden visitors. Personally, I delight when a flock of starlings descends onto my feeders and lawn. Their iridescent plumage, with feathers flickering from green to purple depending on the light, brings a touch of the exotic. I may sometimes, however, shove my head under the pillow with a groan when the youngsters, yelling to be fed, arrive with parents at 5am on a summer morning.
Generally, though, I love to hear their quarrelling. It reminds me that's there's still hope. In the last 30 or so years we've lost more than half of our starlings in the UK and they're now on the red list of UK Birds of Conservation Concern. The piecemeal loss of grasslands (whether that's in the wider countryside or even in our gardens) is one of the reasons for their decline. But the fact that I still get good numbers visiting my garden means that in my little part of the world, at least, they're doing okay.