Bugger off starlings

Woke up the other morning to what sounded like a load of crows with hob nail boots on in the loft space above the bedroom ceiling. Looking out of the window, it turned to be a couple of starlings who had found a hole under the eaves and were building a nest in that space. Dot fetched a seven-foot cane from the garden shed and attached some Christmas baubles to it and got me to hoist it up above the gutter from the bedroom window and fix it in place with duct tape. It frightened the birds off, but I'm sure my neighbours are wondering what that silly sod is up to now