Showing posts with label American Robin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American Robin. Show all posts

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Burning Question

Why does the American Robin NEVER come to the backyard feeder, even before a storm, when the rules about who eats seeds are relaxed?  Is it because a good rain practically serves worms on a silver platter? Or are they just picky eaters, there being no worms or fruit at a seed feeder?  Or do they consider themselves tough enough to go out in a rainstorm?  They do have a sort of arrogant air about them, what with their stiff backs.

Even bluebirds, who have a similar diet, come to the feeder occasionally, and not only before a storm.  If anyone out there (Lisa, Mary, Hannah, Nicole?) knows why a robin never does, I'd be grateful to be enlightened. Many thanks, dkm.

p.s.  Let me not forget to express my gratitude to my big brother Dan for the gift of a bird feeder that is really and truly squirrel-proof.  It affords us hours of bird-watching pleasure, otherwise described as furious flipping through bird identification guides.  Even Moe.  So thanks, Danny Boy.  You have a knack for gifts that feed the soul, as well as the birds----and because I can't resist, duplicate books.  I'll take a second copy of this bird feeder anytime.  FYI,  the extra books have found a worthy place in my writing critique group's lending library.  :-)