Well, my female Ruby-crowned Kinglet did not make an appearance this weekend, the little hussy. She could have had the courtesy to make a second appearance at the bird feeder, especially after I dutifully put out thistle seed.
However, the American Robins (Turdus migratorius – sounds like something that got it’s Latin name on an episode of The Road Runner) made a huge showing on Saturday morning. In fact, you could say they decided the spa was open.
It started with one bird.
“Whew! What a flight! You could move over and let me land, Buddy!”
Three in committee and two out there doing the scouting work.
Mrs. English House Sparrow (Weaver Finch) and Ms. European Starling whispered over the bugs in the grass.
She’s more than twice the size of the robins and considerably shier.
Hello, Master Downy Woodpecker. Fine day to look for a mate?
OK, that was rather dorky commentary, but it has been a long day.