Watch the Grackle, watch him strut and preen and flash his beautiful iridescence, red, blue and gold in the sunlight. Watch him as he takes flight and soars and dives like a WW II fighter plane charging and pecking at the large black bird. The Grackle believes that the size and superior intellect of the large black bird are but a burden to him. He flies too slow and thinks too much. He is lazy, eating dead things on the road. And he steals babies from the nest. And of course he does not have beautiful wings to flash in the sun. Besides being great sport, pecking and chasing him keeps him away from the nest. It’s a matter of survival. And beauty.