As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I released a grackle who decided that finding food and shelter on her own was vastly overrated. Just my luck to raise a millennial grackle—hence the name Millie. She hung around for about a week, demanding three meals a day. She was one insistent critter. Not only did she cry out but if someone left the house for any purpose, she would dive bomb them for a hand-out. Sometimes she got so impatient that she’d fly into the food dish when I finally appeared and help herself. But mainly she was interested in room service. Lots and lots of room service. Super Son got so annoyed, he threatened to deport her to the nearest state park.
Luckily, Millie must have finally found a job, decided to go to graduate school, or found some grackle buddies who were more fun to hang out with. Her visits went down to two a day and then she disappeared. Good thing she decided to take off rather than bring her new friends around for free food. This episode further supports my theory that grackles are the biggest pains in the ass of the avian world, which is saying a lot because there is a fair amount of competition (blue jays and starlings, I’m looking at you).