A bird doesn't sing
because it has an answer,
it sings because
it has a song.
~ Maya Angelou
On one of the coldest, greyest days of winter, You can be surprised. M& I were out for a ride and were almost back home when I spotted something in a Bush by our house. There they were, a large flock of big fat Robins flying in and out of a Firethorn bush. I had read that they will sometimes do this and actually get drunk if the berries are fermented, and that is exactly what we had going on here. They were flying erratically and wildly gulping down the Berries. Some of them blended against the brick house in the background and reminded me of a Japanese silk painting while other were intent to strip the bush clean.
Their bellies were engorged with the feast and they soon forgot that I was there.
To me, it's amazing enough to spot a Robin in January but what fun watching them feast. In a couple of months, I will see them building their nests.
I can't wait for Spring.
Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die... Still you wait and will not try...A bird with wings who dares not rise and fly.
~ A.A. Milne



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