The northwest corner of the park in the spring is hookup heaven and the village nursery for Red-winged Blackbirds. You see almost nothing but males perching on the fennel, acting like kings of their domain. (In fact, like in some other kingly realms, this species is promiscuous and a lot of swapping happens.) This evening a female seized the high branches, and stayed there patiently while the photographer clicked away. She had a fat moth in her beak. Perhaps she was showing it off. If I listened carefully I could make out the faint peep-peep of little blackbirds in a nest somewhere nearby. She’ll soon give them dinner.