Robins

Fall is such a beautiful time. I don't think the leaves are quite as brilliant this year as last, but their color is still beautiful as I sit at my computer and look into the woods. This morning I heard and saw the little wren that made a nest in one of our hanging pots on the porch this summer. A bluebird patiently sat on the "worm feeder." So I had to throw on a jacket and take him breakfast. And then a huge flock of robins swooped into the yard, devouring dogwood berries and drinking from the birdbath before the continued their southward migration. When we lived in Florida we expected the robins to arrive in January. There, they ate Brazilian pepper berries until they got too silly to fly straight.