BLACK BIRD FLY

Red wing black birds are our neighbors.  They're one of the first

to arrive when the weather warms up.  They stake out their nesting

areas near water.  There the males perch and flare out their

brilliant red epaulets and announce, "It's SPRING!" 

Yellow headed black birds hang out in marshy areas. 

Their voice sounds like the squeak of a very large, rusty hinge.

 

They have fancy white shoulder patchs to go with their bright yellow heads.

Other common black birds are the brewers black birds that gather in big flocks

as they prepare for their flight south, and the garrulous starlings with their

dark rainbow heads.  They're the bad boys that hang out in gangs and

take over and defend their turf with rude behavior.

I don't mind any of these birds.  They do a find job keeping down the insects,

and, even though they may not have beautiful voices,

they sing with plenty of gusto.  

It's the grackles that are on my list.  They are bigger than the common

black bird, have a long wide tail, and the males' heads are glossy dark blue.

They help themselves to everything in my bird feeder.

Everything.  They scarf down the seeds and nuts by the gobs.

They spill a lot into the hedge below but have no problem cleaning up the mess

all the while talking to each other with their rusty gate sound and

loud, "chuck" calls.

Lately they've been moving across our lawn like herds of black cows.

They're fattening up for their trip south.  I think it's great that they eat

the grubs, grasshoppers and cinch bugs.  No, what ticks me off is how they

gather like a flock of chickens and go through the bark mulch around my

rose bushes.

They dig through looking for food, scattering the bark chunks all over the sidewalk

and lawn.  I go out and rake everything back where it belongs only to find the same

mess an hour or two later.  Up in the trees I see grackles

looking up at the sky and whistling quietly.