Red-winged Blackbird

A flock of blackbirds appeared this afternoon. Upon spying a single red-winged blackbird in the midst, I had to smile. They seem much more intelligent than the ever-proud grackles, who strut with beaks pointed skyward, fluffing out their feathers to increase their size, always contending with each other with that noise that sounds like a rusty hinge. Not the red-wing,  though, while this prideful bickering takes place, he stays on task, eating to his heart’s content. Isn’t that really why they came in the first place? How often do we let outer distractions hinder our progress? For me, it’s a daily occurrence.

Photographer Credit: Factumquintus