I have this wonderful memory back when I lived in the The Netherlands and worked near Amsterdam of people outside in an open shopping area, sitting down on a table and eating patates (big chunky chips) and a starling on the ground looking at them and seemingly giving them a long speech.
I always imagine it was some "poor me" speech on how he had 8 starving young ones at home and would they thrown a patate his way.
For some reason in that place starlings were much comfortable around humans thanwhat I've seen elsewhere, and like sparrows would be going around on the ground looking for scraps.