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.


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