I was trimming trees in front of the house a three days ago and accidentally drew the anger of a flock of Carib Grackles. A nest had fallen and they were protecting the nest - when I gently moved the branch holding the nest, the dive bombing began - and somewhere around 30-50 of the birds came from all around to protect those two nestlings. I was buzzed by the birds and decided that they weren't going to give up.

Since then, I get dive bombed and buzzed whenever I come out the house. No one else gets that sort of attention. There must be a picture of me somewhere, stuck to a tree, because they know me. A few sprays of hose and they've backed off over the days - but they definitely know me. Quite a testament to the longevity of the species.

Remember when humans were more like that?