European starlings, an invasive species some of us have been tilting with for decades, are superior birds. It's no wonder that today there are an estimated 200 million of them in North America.
It was 1890 when an eccentric named Eugene Schieffelin attempted for the third time to introduce into our avian ménage all of the bird species Shakespeare mentioned in his writings. Schieffelin was president of the American Acclimatization Society, an oddball assemblage now defunct. The birds, released in New York City's Central Park, came from Europe.
Schieffelin failed with skylarks and song thrushes. He succeeded in spades when he released his third batch of imports, 60 common starlings (their Continental name).
A New York Times story in 1990, recognizing the centenary of the starlings' arrival, said the birds are "one of the costliest and most noxious birds on the continent."
I think that's a bit harsh, but I live in what is pretty much a starling-free zone.
Starlings eat grain and fruit, earning farmers' enmity. They can carry diseases harmful to people. From a bird lover's standpoint, the problem is that starlings compete with native bird species for nesting sites. Starlings are cavity nesters, as are many of our favorite birds — bluebirds, swallows, chickadees, nuthatches and others.
The size of the cavity entry is perhaps the only starling deterrent. The diameter of the entry hole in a nest box meant for bluebirds, for example, is critical. Starlings, larger than bluebirds, should not be able to squeeze in.
Important to the starlings' successful survival is that they define cavities loosely, and are not fussy about ambiance. Starlings will nest in anything resembling a cavity, including nooks and crannies in buildings and spaces behind store signage.


