Four pair of purple martins arrived last week. The battle for territory begins. The sparrows are tenacious little buggers at first, but when the rest of the martins arrive, they usually retreat with only a pair or two in each box hanging on through the season.
This guy may be pretty, but he is a menace to the martins.
If he can't pull the babies out of the box, he will catch them in the air. I rarely see him
but when I do, he is usually being chased by a screaming mob of martins.
It's no surprise to me that he's managed to time his arrival so perfectly.
He may be a she, I can't tell them apart.
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