European Starling


I have a bird feeder on my porch that is for attracting wild birds. One of the most common bird that I see at my bird feeder is called the European Starling. One of its unique qualities is that its bodies adapt to warm and cold climate and changes color. It may look just black, from a distance but in the summer it is a green-purple with yellow beaks. In winter it is a dark brown with white specks. It may have its feathers puffy also in the winter, to keep itself warm.


Like Northern Flickers, European Starlings nest in Cavities. Cavities are like holes in trees that lots of animals nest in. The European Starling, fills it’s Cavity/nest with grass, leaves, and other things. If you think about it, it must take a long time to build a nest by carrying one or two strands of grass or twigs in their mouth at a time. And it can take them 1-3 days.

I mentioned that they love to eat from my bird feeder, that is because they fly and hangout around buildings and dwellings and parks, pretty much any place that people hangout around. The reason they are called EUROPEAN Starlings, is because they were scattered here from Europe and have a large population among us now. They live in North America year round.


They will eat a lot of things, even trash. They are omnivorous, and like woodpeckers, they eat invertebrates, berries, seeds, grains, other fruits, and suet feeders as I said before.

Random Facts:

~Males attract their mates by singing sweet songs near a nest and flapping his wings.

~You will see them flying in very noisy flocks and gathering food.

~Like pigeons, they perch upon wires and buildings and other high up places in the city.

~The times that I usually see them coming and eating from my feeder, is in the winter when they don’t have much to eat.

~Once the young become 18 to 21 days old, they start to fly.


About faithelise

I love learning about species of birds and want to be an Ornathologist. Writing about birds is my passion and I love every part of it!
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