The annual hatching of the starling chicks in the Pigalina’s roof must have happened while we were at work today. As usual there is one nest above the lounge and one above our bedroom. The cheeping is cute now, but when they get a bit older and start squawking for food at full volume first thing in the morning they prompt the yearly vow that we will block their entrances before next year.
Four years and counting.
Pigalina's Palace 