I saw one of the adult starlings zoom past my bathroom window this morning and lots of loud cheeping from the usual spot. Sounds like they’ve had another clutch.
The river is high, what with all the rain, and the patch of invasive knotweed is thriving. I’m surrounded by invasive species. When will I stop considering them as such. Starlings are here to stay. So is knotweed, probably. Is it nostalgia for a time unknown to me that makes me wish for a reversal of the Colombian exchange?
Its an interesting thing to ponder over my coffee (from Africa or South America, probably), toast (wheat from Europe), and peanut butter…hmmm…that one might be from Asia. Exotics are yummy? I love hypocrisy in the morning.