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poliphilo I put out fat balls and the starlings descend. Masses of them. A twitteration. A tribe. The babies squawk and gawp, the parents rush about, one of them has found a snail and is beating it up on the patio. It's like a train pulled into the station and the holiday-makers have all come pouring out.
