There is carnage in the yard.
After the irrigation - we live in a part of the Valley where water from canals is used to soak the lawns - the birds launch a campaign to gobble up any bugs who floated to the surface and hence to their doom. Grackles, robins, blackbirds, mockingbirds, and their ilk try to find a feast.
They work with the focus of a diamond cutter and the ruthlessness of a hit man..
I never fail to be impressed by their energy.
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