The robins are out in numbers this winter morning. They run afoot then stop on a dime, sifting through the dried autumn leaves that still remain in search of small insects and worms set to work composting the leaves into humus.
A curious bluebird rests on the light gray bark of a nearby oak tree. He stares straight ahead in study of the bamboo bird house attached to the front of my workshop.
“A good home in spring,” he may think, but it’s unlikely he’ll make it his residence in time. The curious bluebird first visited last year. It was shortly after the young of the Carolina chickadees took to flight, leaving behind their place of birth.
The flock of robins swoop upward and then back down, gathering again in my neighbor’s front yard to forage. The robins stand upright with good posture and roam as one.