Pesky Starling

Every now and again I hear a Buzzard calling and either look up or dash outside. Nearly every time it turns out to be this Starling that has got the Buzzard mew off to a tee. you would think I would learn. I have never quite fathomed out quite what evolutionary advantage it gives this particular Starling - or perhaps he is doomed never to find a mate and for his genes to fade into insignificance on account of his choice of what to mimic. At times I would wish it upon him!
Before you think that Summer has arrived, I took this at the one moment today wen there was a decent amount of blue in the sky. Still a very cold wind and not a lot of sun.