
For me the true harbingers of Autumn are all grackles. Huge, energetic black birds flock into live oak trees. Riotous song--elven laughter--endless hordes in some avian Valhalla. Every bird's name ends with -son or -dottir. Wellspring of the joy of living. Alive in song.
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