
It was interesting to note how aggressive he was: he resolutely refused to yield position to any blackbirds and only occasionally to the much larger grackles.
"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?" Federico Calboli
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He's angry because he merged in with the wrong flock on his morning commute...
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