I was up at dawn this morning, woken by a loud noise from the conservatory. A flight of young Starlings had crashed into the glass and were laying all over the patio. It had happened before a few years ago, so I knew enough to wait for those that were going to come round to come round. Two or three mugs of coffee and a Boli Demi Tasse later, those that could had un-dazed themselves and flown away, those left (three) I did a mass burial for.
Sorry no pics, but the Boli was as always excellent.
Sorry no pics, but the Boli was as always excellent.
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