"When the red, red robin, comes bob, bob, bobbin' along . . . " Every time the weather changes, here they come! Their "eat on the go" pattern provides a fascinating yard display.
With scarlet breasts and charcoal backs they came today like jumping jacks and brought our lawn alive. They passed on by the seed in place plus water bath to pace their chase in groups of four or five. I watch one hop through still-green grass ignoring me on every pass to bob head for his food. That oil-well bob to pull with beak the hapless worm into his cheek is uncommonly rude.
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