It's birding season in Tallahassee. If I never noticed them outside, I would know just by looking at the shelving trucks and the ravaged 598's in non-fiction.
We had a cold snap early in the week, with a hard freeze down at the airport translating into a light one up on our hill. Some, but not all, of my cardinal guards and pentas froze.
In its wake, hundreds of robins arrived to gorge on the wild cherry, camphor and holly fruit in my yard. I had said to my wife last weekend that I thought it was about time for the robins to come. You want to keep your car in the garage or car port now. This morning I swept the resulting debris of undigested pits and purple-black bird feces off of the back patio.
Filming the Unfilmable
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