Isn't it the rule that robin's, the bird kind, have to go south for the winter? When the leaves fall and northerly chills strike the upper latitudes these birds are supposed to be in Acapulco. Not any more.
Five red breasted of these fly boys have made our crab apple tree their feeding grounds for the winter. It snowed last night, only two inches, but when looking out the front window this morning there they were, in a feeding frenzy.
Are any of you readers ornithologists? If so, let me know if crab apples ferment. If they do then these little guys are getting a heck of a buzz on. Party on, boys. Hey! Maybe that's why so many of these fellas are falling out of the skies.
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