In this corner, weighing at not very much, Robin Redbreast
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Life on a family farm in the wilds of Upstate New York
5 comments:
May the best bird win ;)
Great captures. Politics are everywhere;) It looks like I can finally comment today too.
Can't believe you captured these!
I've been watching these fights this year, too!
I mean . . geeze, I like to think of robins as being sweet little songsters going about their business.
No way!
Linda, thanks, glad everything is working again!
Cathy, there was one show where the winner had the loser pinned flat on the ground under some sticks and was picking him really roughly. He was laid out like a pancake. Alas it was too blurry to use. Seems as if the yard is full of fighting and eating and loving all day long now.
"Seems as if the yard is full of fighting and eating and loving all day long now."
:-D
Ya know? For some reason this spring . . . I'm so much more aware of the truth of your statement. It's a damned jungle out there!
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