Have you ever heard them crackle? Their feathers shine with a deep iridescent purple with eyes stark white, all combined they make a very pretty sight.
A friendly bird are they, frequently among Golfer’s as they play, a loud “Fore” they just ignore, because I feed them daily they almost knock on my door.
When I open our garage door they strut in almost with a grin, they love those roasted unsalted peanuts and meal-worms I leave for them in a bin. When they eat their fill, they fly out the door, with two chirps they say a special goodbye. They are not happy when I close the door, outside they land close to me with a look that says; what for? When the birdbath is dry, a Grackle will sit on it and to me he will cry, no matter where I go in the yard our communication is not hard.
They build their nests in our dense Mango tree, I’m flattered that they want their family close to me, our Parrot is green with envy, they bring their little ones into the garage for me to see.
