The yard was full of grackles this morning, dozens of them. They enjoy the suet bird food, and they took turns with a squirrel that hung upside down from the roof of the old playhouse, devouring the suet cake I put out the other day. Edward Gorey birds, black and shiny with bug-eyes.
Terms of venery:
A plague of grackles.
An annoyance of grackles.
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I guess I was thinking of the Doubtful Guest. I found nothing in my search for "Edward Gorey bird" that looked like a grackle. But this guy has a definite grackle look around the eyeball area. |
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