First thing Sunday morning, a flock of at least two dozen robins flew into the yard. Was it for the bird seed at the Umbrella Cafe? No. The bird seed at the Greasy Spoon? (The suet block, no.) Well what was a tourist bus of robins doing at 963 then? Eating hawthorn berries off the tree and ground.
Here’s a where’s waldo of robins. How many can you find? (Click on the picture to make it bigger.)
In other news, it turns out Red likes those hawthorn berries too. I watched him eat 30 the other day. He’s stuck with what’s on the ground until he figures out how to climb the tree.
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