quiscalus (quail) mexicanus (of Mexico)
Friday, March 30, 1984 — 5:15 pm
Tempe, Arizona — office park near the airport
Mom and Dad had spent the winter in Tucson working for Family Life Radio. We flew down to spend a week with them birding and seeing the sights. At the end of the week, we dropped them off in Albuquerque, New Mexico, then drove home in their Volkswagon Vanagon. They gave a week-long seminar, then flew home on our tickets.
We arrived in Phoenix on Friday, March 30. Dad was finishing a week of seminars. They picked us up at the airport and drove us to their motel in Tempe. We had a few hours to kill before leaving for supper and the seminar, so I wandered around the area. It didn’t seem to have much to offer birdwise, but even common Arizona birds were new to me at this point.
I found an office park about a block from the motel. The office buildings were well kept and surrounded by expanses of green grass. I spotted the Great-tailed Grackles foraging on the lawn by one of the buildings. As I approached, they flew up into a tree and gave a loud “may-wee” call. They soon flew off out of sight.