Sunday, May 31, 2009
They call me a Grackle because I say GRAAAK!! all the time
This little feller fell out of the nest a few days early. I thought he was all alone out in the back yard. He stood quietly still for a picture, until I crossed some invisible line and got just a bit too close, at which point he hollered "GRAAAAAK!" and his parents appeared out of nowhere to chase me away.
He cannot fly yet. His parents are both fluttering around him and caring for him. Their strategy appears to be to stuff him so full of food that he grows really fast and learns to fly early. It seems to be working. He has lasted at least 24 hours out there now on the ground.