The grackles come and go, but for the past week, mostly, they have come. They never stay all day, but there are so many of them, if each take a nibble, they eat everything in half a day and the little birds get nothing. So, this morning, I saw a lot of them watching the deck from up in the oaks. Every few minutes, they would move in a little tighter. When they got REALLY close — one hop’s worth — away, I open the door and say: “YO! GRACKLES! Move on.” And they do. For a while.
Finding the picture I liked took me a while. I took a lot of pictures. I dumped the blurry and dark ones and some of the redundant ones. I have to start being a little more willing to delete than saving everything, regardless.
While I was waiting for the Grackles to come back, I cleaned all those little things that live on shelves — and the shelves. Windows, display shelves and sills. Clean clean.
I’m afraid to look. They are probably back. I’m afraid they are going to decide to settle down and breed. I think that’s a bit more grackle than I want.