One Bird’s Cold Feet

This morning we drive to a nearby drive thru for coffee and a half-hour of bird watching. Inches from where we park lies the crust of what may have been a toasted English Muffin. A Great-tailed grackle knew it was there before we arrived and so he spent some time on the wrought iron fence eyeballing.

After deciding to take a chance, he flutters to the ground and advances on this piece of bread. However, within an inch to so of his prize he looses his courage he and scurries back to the safety of the grass, where he squawks mightily.

Now the world knows he’s a coward.