the Swifts have moved in. These shots are from a dive-bombing session on our front porch, last week. There's four of them zipping around and squawking, while the resident Mockingbird is screeching, and sometimes a Grackle is also in the middle of this mess. It's bizarre. Now, the Swifts are federally protected and the Mockingbird has state protection, so that leaves the Grackle. I want the Grackle. Where's my rubber-bands? Yea, the THICK ones...
