So here's a true story about my dad, his mom, and grackles
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So it's 9:3o in the morning, my dad is near the steps of our house. Suddenly, a grackle flys down and just lies there at his feet, still alive (looks sorta dead) and looking at him. So he picked it up and brought it inside. He shows my mom and older sister (I was a little baby then). He then takes it outside and it flys away calmly, it wasn't terrified or angry. A few minutes later, we got news that his mom died/my grandma died.
