Time seems to be flying
this warm season. Because of my messed up May, I have sort of lost my inner clock for the outside. The tomatoes are just starting to get going, the okra and peppers are still small, and I have one corn that is knee-high but two more that are not yet. And the Grackles are molting. I guess in my head, May is still to come. I love it when the Grackles molt, it adds a little edge and vulnerability to their fierce elegance. They use the warm weather to renew parts of their plumage and will be pretty again soon. And yes, that little odd round thing next to the eye is an ear.
