I hadn't heard the two baby starlings cheeping from their nest in over a week, but didn't necessarily think that boded badly: not to be gross, but no flies hovered near the nest, no parents flew around looking a bit lost (though that's probably just projection on my part).
Earlier this week I threw some cheez-its out in the parking lot-- is that bad of me?-- and the next thing I knew, there were six adult starlings and six babies! I could tell the babies because they were smaller, though not by much, and still brown and not yet the iridescent black of their parents. One silly baby would peck a few crumbs herself and then wait for a parent to feed her more! Glad they're OK for the time being.
Photo: Wolfpix at Flickr