This afternoon, a flock of blackbirds was making a ruckus in the stand of pines and oaks beyond my back fence. One bird came into my yard and chirped at me, but didn't get aggressive. I don't know if they're going to nest there or not. Blackbirds usually nest in groups, and frequently attack people who get close enough to be perceived by them as a threat. I've had my head pecked by blackbirds before. I'm not sure if they were just trying to drive me away from their nests, or if the hair they attempted to pluck from my head was intended as lining for their nests.
There might be consequences if they do nest in that grove. It's over a hundred feet from the nearest part of my yard, beyond a small field and a few scattered trees, and the birds might decide it's OK for me to be outdoors as long as I don't go beyond the fence. The feral cats who visit my house might not be so lucky. At least two of them come from that direction, crossing the field, and they probably think of it as their territory. They won't be happy at all if the blackbirds decide that kitty fur would make a good lining for their nests.
Something else out of the ordinary lately has been the reappearance of the coyotes. I don't see the coyotes, but I have heard them on three nights. It's been a few years since I used to hear them frequently, and then they were usually in the orchard south of the house or the fields and woods east of it. This time it sounds like they are in a large field which lies to the north of the woods where the blackbirds were today. That could be more bad news for the stray cats.
Anyway. Aside from the prospect of me or my feral friends being pecked to death or eaten by coyotes or burned to a crisp, things are going nicely enough. Now I'm going out for a while to see if any stars are keeping the half moon company.