I woke up very early
this morning to the sound of a thousand monkeys being slaughtered. It turns out it was just a flock (dissimulation?) of grackles
. Man, what a racket. I'm not the only one who isn't in love with this bird. Ogden Nash was moved to poetry
. You can hear the awful screeching here
, then imagine that lone grackle cackle in a group of hundreds.