Friday, October 9, 2009

Last call.

A drunken mob of migrating, berry-swilling robins was creating a ruckus within a cluster of European mountain ashes at Garden City Park. Not like drunken sailors, more like drunken, squabbling fusspots.

Branch spins.

2 comments:

randomtruth said...

Nice. Down here it's the Privet tree berries that they belly up to the bar for. The Cedar Waxwings too.

Karen said...

Robin 1: Wooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Robin 2: Partyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!
Robin 3: Woooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Robin 4: (clunk), falling off tree