Two grackles were raising a racket in my mussaenda, not their usual haunt, clacking and flitting as if the branches were electrified. Then the cause of their concern hopped onto the porch, a fledgling still in flight school. It didn't look sick or injured, just puzzled, so I didn't interfere. 1/2 📷
2/2 In lurching bursts it half-fell into the ferns, went uppish onto a stopper, then a bird of paradise, then down the side of the house so mom and dad could go alarm someone else. Welcome to the wide world, kid.
