Two ruins, two views. Twelve hours in the chill and cedar pollen have left me shivered to a ravelling, swollen and dopey. But to see abandoned farmhouses and barns, to see weathered red slats and trees growing through roofs? Oh, so worth 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.