And the lovely thing is they make a little tinkly noise, chatting among themselves.

Seth noticed this evening that the starling flock went over, and just one bird peeled off and went straight to the gap and into the airbrick  of my bedroom. The nestlings drive me mad with their noise, and we tend to think of starlings as raucous, but the other evening, I happened to be near when this one was singing a little bedtime song, and it was as sweet as a songthrush, and so quiet.