Euphagus carolinus or rusty blackbird

For several days now, rusty blackbirds have been reported from the Platt ponds.  But Crumby was too busy monitoring his sak collection to go see them.  However, yesterday Crumby decided he was fairly caught up on his collection.  Crumby headed east, a journey fraught with perils.

Crumby finally arrived.  After giving Ray's name to the gate guard, Crumby began a systematic search of the premises for the illusive Euphagus.   Many hours passed with nary a bird, seen or heard.  Simultaneously, Crumby realized he had left his rape whistle at the Cow Barn.  Wow is me.  The rapists shall get me fer sure. Crumby feared.

Yet no rapists appeared.  Crumby searched on.  More hours passed.

After many hours, his belly shrunk with hunger, his mouth bone dry, his weary actual bones aching with the rheumatiz, finally, with all that, and potential rapists lurking everywhere, Crumby managed to espy a blackbird foraging in the muck.  Then there were more.  Then more. Then still more.  All righty then.  Goodness!  There must be four and twenty blackbirds.