||[Dec. 10th, 2018|08:55 am]
First, it's snowing again, since around 7:30. Big lovely flakes, some as big as feathers.
The first visitors to the feeder and scattered seed were the usual suspects. I didn't get around to removng the screen or washing the window, so i wasn't being obsessive about observations.
Then the grackles showed up. At least 40. They're so spooky, all of them rising with a thunder of wingbeats any time i move too quickly. Edward is in the kitchen watching from that window, so perhaps he is also spooking them.
Crows have followed the grackles, although not in the large numbers.
Huh. They've left. The mixed flock of songbirds mush have been waiting in another tree, because sparrows, juncos and chickadees are all back, feeding in the azalea just outside the window. Go to the feeder, little birds! (The feeder is in the light and i can focus the binoculars at that distance.)
Wait, grackles are back.