They've been driving me nuts for days. They're in the trees a few doors down, and they seem to scold. A lot. As in all day a lot.
I didn't know what they kind of birds they were until I saw Grackles flying in and out of those trees. Maybe they're not scolding. Maybe it sounds like music to their ears — kind of the rap of the bird kingdom. That must be it; they couldn't be peeved enough to scold all the livelong day. Could they?
Whatever. It's just one more reason to dislike them.
Once upon a time I owned a pellet gun. I'm just sayin.