Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for May 30, 2016

I caught a grackle sleeping on my back lawn last week. I walked right up to it and stood there, thinking I might be able to touch it. Just then it woke up and squawked in shock, staggered to its feet, and fluttered over to the fence. I followed to see if it was ok. It squawked again and this time got airborne normally. Yes, it was an adult bird. Probably exhausted from feeding its young; they were fledging this week.