Here are three photos from my recent trip to New York City.
Ah, but didn’t the lack of Boat-Tail grackles make you homesick for Texas?? 🙂
(There are East Coast grackles in Virginia, the Carolinas and Georgia that I saw in my youth, but they have much smaller tail feathers than their Texas brethren. When I arrived in Texas in 1970, I was informed that these were “Boat-Tail” grackles. I am not sure how boats figure into it, but there you go.)
The Texas grackles are not merely Number One in tail size, they also lead in loudness, boldness and overall irritating behavior. God Bless Texas.
Grackles. Ugh. Loud, obnoxious, and don’t every park your car under their tree.
One thing I like to do is walk to the middle of Brooklyn Bridge and read Walt Whitman’s “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” out loud to people. Oddly enough, this doesn’t strike most New Yorkers as a weird thing for me to do.
No. That would be fairly common in New York. Now if you did it while wearing a Speedo and walking backwards, you might get more attention.