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Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil's only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Grackle Feast

Here you see the aftermath of the grackles passing through. That's my deck/patio/balcony and on Friday night, it was clear of leaves, acorns, etc. My attempts to photograph the flock were less successful. Maybe when they go by on the ground later in the year I'll be able to capture some good photographs of them.


Todd Wheeler said...

I hope all the grackles left were acorn shells and leaves.

Camille Alexa said...

Guh. . ..

Steve Buchheit said...

Todd, well, there are a lot of caps and half eat acorns, but also a lot of full ones. We also collect good acorns and hold them in reserve until the winter snows are deep. Then we leave them out for the blue jays and squirrels (who still prefer our oil seed instead).

Camille, you said it.