We get these huge waves of grackles that come down our street. They swarm in the yard, making lots of this glassy, chirrup-y cackling (you kind of have to hear it to understand) and it drives Indy nuts.
Here's our teenage cat, so wishing he could go snack on a tasty bird. The birds didn't photograph so well.
I have high hopes of cleaning my house and charting the orange shawl today.