A very aggressive grackle
…grabbed a perfectly fried Torchy’s tortilla chip RIGHT from my basket at the trailer today. I love grackles–for their attitude and boldness, their beauty, and in spite of their horrific calls. This particular gentleman GGGGRRAAAAACK-ed at me unseen, hopped up on the picnic table, jabbed his beak in the basket of chips, looked me straight … Continue reading
Why I dislike ornithology
As D. and I strolled past the duck pond this afternoon by the paired mallards, it ocurred to me why I disliked birding so much as a small child. I explained that the green shiny male mallard was chattering at the canada goose to “leave off his wife” as the goose ‘goosed’ (literally! he bit … Continue reading
Meteorological and Metaphorical Strangeness
I saw my first Mr. Robin Redbreast yesterday, just when I’d resigned myself to the fact that snow and ice really are pretty, even if they mess with my conceptions of the ‘proper’ seasons. As my ornithological parents have taught me, the appearance of my small fat feathered friend means that spring is on its … Continue reading
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