This was a view from a cemetery in Texas and I couldn’t help but think of Jenni in Kansas when I saw it.
We stopped at a cemetery near the highway in Oklahoma, somewhere after I poked fun at the naming of the Washita River (I kid you not). I kept singing WY! Sheet a River, I’m a dork that way. But back to the point, this cemetery was inundated (they nest in colonies) with Great-tailed Grackles.
Huge, happy, hungry (apparently) Grackles. And these photos are of various ones and pairs, not the same one over and over.
So many of the mama Grackles had bugs in their mouths, I am assuming for babies and the daddies were telling us to get the heck away from their trees, where I assume the nests were.
