In my backyard, right now, I have at least 30 to 40 robins, a half dozen or more cedar wax wings (including one absolutely astonishingly beautiful male–with a brilliant yellow tail band, lipstick-colored wing tips, and lemon-yellow belly) looting the berries fallen from the mountain ash. They are welcome to them! Means fewer volunteers I have to pluck out in the spring. A downy woodpecker buzzed through to see what all the excitement was about, but apparently there was no more seating at the bistro.
I’m always surprised to see the robins–I never know they’re there until I see the brown and orange leaves jumping and realize it’s the birds.
Now if they’d only eat the slugs and slug eggs…
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