Grackful

I am grateful for the abundance of grackles this year. There is an especially vocal population on Clinton Street north of Barton (spizzy take note) that I walk past on the way to the subway.

Grackles are lovely and audacious and their song sounds like a squeaky screen door.

Grackles were hit hard by West Nile Virus a few years ago and I am glad to see them returning. The blue jay numbers are still not what they were, from my informal ear and eye poll.