tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124328661960643258.post3001196396044659874..comments2013-01-12T19:13:21.800-06:00Comments on What? Suna's Not Knitting?: Grackle LoveSuna Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11946484740596693009noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124328661960643258.post-85159104947075427682008-05-02T14:21:00.000-05:002008-05-02T14:21:00.000-05:00I love grackles! They remind me of crows and star...I love grackles! They remind me of crows and starlings---two other oft bashed birdies I like. In Anchorage, I loved watching the huge ravens swoop around my aunt's back porch.<BR/><BR/>A bird I have never liked much but have come to associate with home (although, I guess it isn't really an Austinish bird), is the turkey vulture. I used to hate seeing them on the sides of the roads with their ugly bare heads digging through carcasses, but now, when I see one soaring overhead, I actually find the sight rather soothing.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09316493691292594284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124328661960643258.post-70155682180134728932008-05-02T11:58:00.000-05:002008-05-02T11:58:00.000-05:00I have always thought that grackles were pretty. I...I have always thought that grackles were pretty. It’s their other habits that irritate me—their aggressiveness and that sound they make that sounds like someone holding a mic in front of a PA speaker. That sound really puts a hurt on my ears.<BR/><BR/>Still, I’m glad you’ve grown to tolerate them. I’m even more glad that you feel at home in Austin with me. I’ve certainly felt at home with you ever since I let myself recognize what I was feeling.Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09952691814414494084noreply@blogger.com