The released woodpeckers continue to visit sporadically, flying in to demand a quick handout and then skittering up the tree trunk.
Grackles have so little going for them. They’re a nondescript sort of purplish-black. They don’t have pretty songs. They’re just so ugly and awkward they’re cute when they’re young. Their sole redeeming feature is their striking yellow eyes, but they have brown eyes when they’re babies.
Why the soliloquy on grackles? Look at this poor fellow. I swear, I have to laugh at him every time I feed him…and wipe him down afterwards, as he frequently slings food…yeah, there’s nothing remotely graceful or dainty about these birds…But I’m still very fond of the ungainly little rascal!