Raucous Birds of Summer Their fierce yellow eyes cop a glare at the sky. They puff their bronze-sheened feathers like hair rising on the back of a black dog’s neck, cop a glare at the sky, kick, shake a big foot off the side of the sunflower feeder as if tuned to staccato street rhythms, cop a glare at the sky. Poke sharp beaks heedlessly strewing seeds. One opens his big-beaked mouth like a cat, hissing— off with wrens, cardinals,... Read more