The sound of the grackle just gets me. I realized that today, sitting at my desk in Connecticut, and taking a mid-afternoon Y0uTube break. I noticed some new videos from Mérida, and clicked on one. The topic was not grackles, those brazen black birds that seem to be everywhere, but their sound in the background was just magic to me. More than the images, it was the sound that transported me back to the Centro.
I think I first encountered grackles on a business trip in San Antonio, Texas. I was a little put off. I felt like Tippi Hendren on that little motorboat. They had taken [Read more…]