Live Hot Nude Grackle Action

Made you look!

Today our building's sewage line backed up. Our bathrooms were closed for half a day. Did they send us home? You'd think so, wouldn't you? We get LBJ's birthday off, fer crissakes. But no. We just had to tough it out.

Fortunately I'm on the second floor. I understand that life on the first floor was somewhat unpleasant for much of the day.

We three newbies escaped by taking a nice break outside, away from the portion of the parking lot that was flooded with raw sewage, and watched birds gamboling in the spring sunshine. A gaggle of male grackles surrounded a lone female, who seemed pretty oblivious to their presence. Most flew off, but one determined fellow strutted nearby for a while with his beak reared up in the air. Finally, sensing the moment, he made his move: he hunched his shoulders, fluttered his wings, puffed up his neck, and raced around and around the female in circles, screaming.

Kind of makes you wonder how there get to be so many grackles in the first place. Then again, maybe the females are just really, really desperate, and we've all been there, haven't we? Hell, if they served alcohol at work, I'd probably be out there myself, yelling "Hey baby, show us your pinfeathers!"

There's a reason serious birders don't drink heavily.

The female, who was apparently neither desperate nor drunk, flew off alone, and Casanova took off in a different direction. Well, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Kind of like a sewage line.