One birthday in my teens, I was hanging out on the south lawn waiting for the festivities to begin. I was facing the woods and swamp.
Fall had come early and the blackbirds were gathering in the swamp before they headed South. Every year for a week or so towards the end of the day, they would form this raucous caucus. This event ended years later when the swamp had dwindled and became an area of grasses and cattails.
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