Sitting at my desk early this morning, I heard the steadily increasing volume of birds…lots of birds. (Everyone who remembers Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds, with Tippi Hedren, knows what I am talking about here.) I had just been out to put out seed, but hey, I knew those were not my cardinals making all that racket. I glanced out the window and there they were–thousands of them. I was standing in the driveway taking photographs when my son came out the door with an incredulous look on his face asking “What is this? And why?”
Grackles. Migration. It will pass.