But I think it was a grackle. Maybe a young grackle? ...or one that was impaired in some way?
It was in the same place when I went back upstairs to go back to bed . . . perched on the slant of the roof . . . and the slant of this roof is an impressive one . . . but it's nothing to a bird I suppose.
In the light of the flashlight's beam, this is, more or less, what I saw . . . the glowing yellow eyes in particular:
He looked a lot bigger in the dark than he did once I got some light on him . . . but any black blob attached at midnight to one's roof outside one's bedroom window . . . I think it would always look big.
I was sure the bird would be dead on the ground when I woke up again this morning. What non-waterbird could sit all night in chilly rain and not suffer for it? But at 5:30 he was on the roof ridge, having left evidence of his overnight stay on the shingles below. He didn't look a whole lot happier up there on the peak of the roof than he had sitting down below, but apparently he felt good enough to be mobile.
And now he's gone.
Another high adventure concluded.
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Poor little thing. I'm not sure what type of bird either. Have a great weekend.
Well, at least you didn't leave me in suspense. Hope the bird is OK. You know that they go into a semi-hibernation state at night? So he's probably all right...
DJan, I didn't know that. He was alert enough to look into the light when I directed it at him, but maybe that's a reflex...
Wow, a new fun fact to know and tell.
Thanks.
Poor guy. Sounds like he spent a miserable night in the cold & the rain. Perhaps he's off to somewhere more hospitable.
You might find a dead bird on a walk! A well one wouldn't have sat in the rain all night like that, would it?
Maybe there is a reason that they call them bird brains.
I was going to say that about the night thing -- our chickens are all but comatose one it gets dark.
No matter what you write about June, you make it interesting. Glad to see a post from you!
If your lone grackle comes back , I'd give him a packed lunch , point him in the right direction and tell him he'll find a support group or two in Texas .
Clouds of orioles are one thing ... clouds of grackles are something else entirely .
I do love the sound that grackles make... :) I hope you're doing well, June.
Gracks are beautiful birds. Consider yourself honoured that he spent the night at Hotel June. :)
how lovely that you have the attention and imagination to see the mysterious in the mundane. You are my clan!
Aloha from Waikiki,
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He's fine, I'm sure. Birds do funny things. He was just having a (midnight) siesta.
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