They are back: arriving behind the storm, swarming the roof and the telegraph wires, finding the seed left out for the bluejays and titmice and cardinals, squabbling and feasting and fighting, and then suddenly they are gone again.
Grackle season.
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They are beautiful (birds & pictures). I want one. Tame it. Box it. Ship it. He/she can sit on my shoulder all day.
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