Olly turned up here in a major storm - thunder, lightning, torrential rain. He had clearly just left the nest and was soaked through with his feathers sticking up every which-way. He hung around, and still does and is quite endearing, being very gentle and not aggressive to other birds and baby birds sharing the bird feeders. He's not especially scared of us, and roosts in a honeysuckle by the gate. He has no mates though, and his parents never visit either.
So are young starlings trainable, say to eat out of your hand? If anyone has befriended a wild bird like that, how did you go about it? One set of my grandparents had various little birds which would hop in the window at breakfast time and eat crumbs off the table. Whilst I don't want Olly indoors, it would be lovely for him to be tame.