I've seen hundreds of grackles, so I know a grackle when I see one, but every once in a while there's a totally weird grackle in my space. This first grackle may have been hen-pecked in the nest or scalped by a heron. The second grackle may just be getting adults feathers, have a vitamin deficiency, have parents that cross-bred, planning to blend in for when it snows, or a punk-rock grackle since he was hanging out in Strawberry Field.
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