Robins, Robins and More Robins
I was walking the other day and was awe struck by the number of robins I saw. Every tree and I mean every tree had 8 to 12 robins in the still leafless branches. Half a dozen more robins were running around on the ground below. Any shrub with last years berries was soon un-berried. A large movement of robins was underway. Chirping, whistling, singing, trilling and clucking sounds came from every tree and shrub. What to call such a glorious event? A flock of robins is too tame a description. A gang of robins has a sinister sound. A hoard perhaps? That brings up images of pillaging and destruction. I suppose if the enormous number of robins took a violent turn of mind they could have carried away dogs and cats. I did not see any air borne cats hoisted off the ground by robins but I did see hour after hour of robins on a memorable afternoon walk.
