me in a nutshell:
i fake-swooned on the couch like a victorian heroine, hoping that my cries would inspire james mcavoy to bring me a cuppa tea and a jammie dodger. they didn’t. so i yelled, “james, bring me a cuppa tea and a jammie dodger.” and he didn’t. so i got up and cooked ALL THE BACON IN THE HOUSE. then i ate it.
A grackle with some canted wing feather action going on. Since I like to look at things at ± 55 degrees and this grackle seems to prefer a view rotated to about 180 degrees, his wing looks almost completely fine in this photo.
This is not the grackle who sucker punched me in the head. That grackle is, for reasons of aforementioned sucker punchage, not pictured.