Song Again

It wasn’t the mother lode of American Robins that made me think that spring couldn’t be far off now. Most of our local Robins do head south for winter, but some stick around in wide-ranging flocks to eat fruits instead of invertebrates. Above are a few of the fifty or so I came across in Green-Wood recently. Definitely the largest flock I’ve seen this winter. They were also singing with great gusto and absolutely ravaging a Holly tree.

No, it was the singing Carolina Wren!A Carolina has been reported by others lately in the cemetery, but I was still confused when I heard the bird sing.

The cemetery has been dominated by the strident screens of Blue Jays all winter. Which I enjoy very much, in case you are wondering. But this wreny forecast of the songs of spring was good, too, damn good.