Big Grackle is not a happy boy. One does not GRACK on another's turf. Period. It's time to give a lesson to the new kid. He moved so fast I almost choked on my dinner in shock. He grabbed junior by the throat and flung him into the dirt (the gardens aren't pretty yet). I grabbed my camera and got up against the window as best I could to try to get a few shots.
Which end is which?
Keeping the upper hand...er...wing.
Grappling Grackles from Behind! You saw it here first!
This was my favorite shot. You can really get an idea of the seriousness of the situation.
After this, he lost his grip on the interloper's throat and he got away.
Anyway, I thought they were an amazing example of what happens in the springtime when mating is becoming the all important focus of these birds.