Tree lace, with birds.

The low-lying Delta fields are full of black birds these days, rising in swarms from one patch of dead grasses, drifting in the wind to another, and settling to become temporarily invisible among the weeds. Or maybe, perched in trees or on the blackberry canes, waiting. For what, I wonder?

Crow tree. The rest of the flock is below, pecking at the space between the railroad tracks.

Red-wing blackbird tree.

Red-wing blackbird females, listening to the guys proclaiming the merits of their nesting sites.