Nasty, cackling, dirty starlings....They chase the song birds off, cackle,fight and make a ruckus all day long......and poop on my truck. They were out this evening, cackling, chasing robins and being the general vile nuisance that they always are.
I heard them in the Spanish olive tree in my back yard. I grabbed the HW30 and a tin of Wolverines, cracked open the back door and had a seat. First one is 25 yards up on a branch......set the parallax, set the scope to about 7x, squeeze and the first one drops to the ground. Second one is cackling at it's partner's demise, hops down to a branch at about 20 yards from my door. Whack, he drops to land on the bench of the picnic table under the tree.
I was going to get a pic for you guys of the vanquished vermin, but as I'm walking around the front of the house several neighbor kids were pointing and commenting on the dead birds in my gloved hand. One of the young boys said , "There sure are a lot of dead birds around." Hmmmmm.........
Heaved the vermin in the trash.