This is our Aunt Barb in New Zealand. It seems she made a friend while gardening this week.
Barb’s email said:
This young starling decided yesterday that it is our best friend. It was very tame and followed me around all day – even sat on my hand while I patted the cat! It sat on my shoulder or head all day while I wheelbarrowed straw in and out of the chicken coup.
Seems as though Barb is akin to St. Francis of Assisi, who was known to have a special, Dr. Doolittle-like connection to animals.
I had the same effect on sheep on my first visit to New Zealand.
Must be something in the water there.
