Yesterday morning, while watching Sunday Morning, I finally focused on the flutter and excitement happening in my front yard.
The robins were passing through that morning! They were everywhere. Weaving in and out of the trees on the fence line, flying to and fro – ground to tree to roof of the house, and kicking up the red oak leaf litter with childish abandon! They were looking and listening for prey.
I checked them out in my copy of Birds of Texas and found they had passed through “in the hundreds” February 29, 2020, at 8:30 am.
Yesterday, there were many to watch, but not hundreds.
Pamela originally wrote “February” and our editor just took her word for it. It’s fixed now!
I have had an invasion of American robins this week. They came by the hundreds and have not left.
Usually they land, eat bugs, then move on, but this time they looked around and decided they would hang out. Life is good here.
So, every day they have been drinking and pooping in my bird baths. I’m not sure in which order; we’ll leave that alone. Because of that, twice a day I put fresh water in all of them and replace the dried mealworms.
My resident birds, the cardinals, woodpeckers, chickadees, and others have to fight to get their share.
But one robin has taken it to a new level. He or she has decided to chase my bluebirds off the mealworm feeders. None of the other robins are doing this, just the one.
For four days the bird has sat on the platforms and chased the little bluebirds away.
I love all the birds, but this is pushing my patience, so I tried to run him off so he could join his flock in the pasture.
He’s not budging! I almost touched him once.
I could not get a photo of all the action, but here he is in all his glory. I call him the Bluebird Bully.