The bully, the grackle. He looks like a bully, and he is!
I marched myself out to the garage and found the old pump-style BB gun that the kids used to shoot. For years my sharp-shooting sons and daughter were the ones who were perched out of the office window taking aim at the backyard bullies for me, but nowadays I've got no dead-eye punks to do any shooting for me so I had to take matters into my own hands. I fiddled with the gun quite a while until NumberOneSon drove up and showed me what I was doing wrong -- not pushing the BB up into the chamber. Now this granny was armed and dangerous!
Since my backyard job, I've taken to window sniping. I removed the screen from the office window once again and have my BB gun lying on the desk at the ready. It seems the backyard is a quieter, kinder place since I've taken up arms. Well now, I hear that familiar squawk and I see there's a grackle perched on the feeder. Time to cock the rifle!