Usually, I try not to scare the birds. I like birds. I like squirrels. I like chipmunks. I like most creatures feathered or furry but I admit, the Grackles make me uncomfortable. They are beautiful to look at, gleaming blue, green, cream, and purple in sunshine, but there’s something about that face that screams: “I have a gun and if you don’t give me all your money, I’ll blow your head off.”
Of course, they don’t have guns, but somehow I feel that if they could figure out how to get one, they definitely would blow my head off.
I enjoyed yesterday’s visit, mostly because I got some really good pictures, but I realized I needed to discourage these birds from making our back deck into a regular dining stop. For one thing, I can’t afford to feed a flock of Grackles and for two things, they would effectively scare off all the other birds and quite probably the squirrels too. Although those little red squirrel are tough little guys and I’m sure they’d put up a fight. Still, given the nature of Grackles, I think they win win three falls out of four. They look tough. They are tough.
I was making Chinese sweet and sour pork today, so I was going to be in the kitchen for a few hours, regardless. I started watching for Grackles early in the day. None appeared during the morning. Around two, I noticed one of the trees was full of black birds, Not crows. Eventually one Grackle flew onto a feeder and I went out the back door. “Begone, bird.,” I said. “The forest is full of acorns. Go eat some.”
And then, he was gone. Half an hour later he came back with a couple of friends. They sat on a branch. Watching. Waiting. When they got close enough, I went back outside and said: “You, there. Yes, I mean YOU. Be gone!”
Weirdly, the Grackles left — but the rest of the birds stayed on the deck and kept eating. How did they know I meant the big beaky birds and not the little feathery kids who more or less live here? That was pretty strange. How did the Grackles know I meant for them to leave — and how did the others know I didn’t want them to go too? I’m still puzzled. Maybe it’s because the little birds know me as the lady who comes out with the food?
One way or the other, the Grackles flew one tree further away, but they didn’t leave. They sat on a limb and watched me. It was extremely Hitchcockian. If anyone is going to be attacked by birds, Grackles would be an excellent choice. They are big and have that long, evil beak with a saw on top. The saw is so they can cut through acorns and nuts using that big beak to slice through the hulls.
As the day aged, the squirrels came out. They like to feed early in the morning and just before dark. When they move into the feeder, the small birds usually call it a day and fly home, which they did today. The Grackles gave up their branch and flew somewhere else. I wonder if they will be back tomorrow?