Grackles Stage Mystery Play On College Street

Dec 20, 2005 09:27


Walking to the library on a cold and quiet Saturday morning, I see baker’s half-dozen of grackles in the middle of what is ordinary street. They’re very excited by a couple of bread slices that have been squashed flat by traffic. The birds squawk and peck furiously at the pieces of bread, but mostly at each other. It is better, apparently, to keep ( Read more... )

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jazzchyk December 20 2005, 17:34:44 UTC
... and most of them will wait until danger is almost upon them to actually, y'know, move out of the way. As though they are the sole reason for the existance of the universe. Which, of course, is going to move on their schedule, rather than at the hectic pace of time.

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egamad December 20 2005, 20:57:28 UTC
I feel a little bit embarrassed asking...

...but how many is a baker's half dozen? Six grackles and one without a head?

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robin_d_laws December 21 2005, 06:24:42 UTC
We're talking seven grackles.

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