I wrote for hours on my porch today (my summer office). All day, I watched the recent invasion of grackles we have at the feeder.
My husband hates them. He thinks they are loud and obnoxious and bullyish and messy.
I love them. I find them sassy and humorous. They tease the cat and taunt the dogs and rule the roost. All day, while I wrote, they argued and fought and totally pigged out. That green box on top of the fence has peanuts in it. The bluejays and squirrels come to get the peanuts and the grackles holler at them.
Not a bad view from the ole office window....