It seems to be a rite of passage being a teenager and just hanging out in the afternoon sun. Fighting with your brothers and sisters, who seem to be getting more snacks than you do, so Mum or Dad comes in to mediate. For this teenager she/he might have feathers but the actions are no different. This is a teenage Metallic Starling and looking at his/her eyes I’m wondering if she is Team Edward or Team Jacob. These birds hang out through Cape York and down to Mackay and when they have fully matured they are a brilliant black, with flashes of green, and purple at the back of their head. A pretty cool bird, but every time I see this bird the red eyes still tend to freak me out. Note to self; start mixing up the genres I’m reading and stop just supernatural novels!
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