Jekyll Island, Georgia, has the biggest grackles I've ever seen, at least twice the size of the ones we have here in the lower Midwest. Enormous buggers. I was fishing off a tiny pier below the hotel where my late wife and I were staying, and was using shrimp for bait. It was windy, and the stiff breeze was noisy in my ears, but I heard a fluttering sound behind me. I turned, and six feet from me the entire rail was lined with these huge birds. They sat there, shifting from foot to foot, and staring at me with big yellow eyes, and I swear the hair stood up on the back of my neck. A real Hitchcockian scene.
Then they began stealing my shrimp and cleaned me out. I'd shoo a couple away, and while I was doing it three others would raid the bait. Evil, gangster birds!
