Birdwatchers know that the more common a bird is, the less of a thrill they get when seeing it. Generally. In psychological terminology, you habituate to the repeated stimuli. That initially-unique-to-you bird becomes ho-hum familiar.
Grackles like the above visit our feeders only in Spring. When they do come, they aren’t especially welcome. They are seed-hogs that travel in flocks, and they frighten away other birds. My reaction to them would be entirely different if grackles were non-bully, solo feeders.
Being extremely rare wouldn’t hurt their cause, either. Wow! We had a grackle at our feeder! That blue-black plumage, the yellow eyes!
Even the name of the bird . . . common grackle.
Yawn. Wake me up when an uncommon grackle comes a-calling.
Not really. I still think that type of bird is one striking creature. At least when I’m not wanting to bang pie-plates to keep it away.
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