I was right on the schedule, but off on the territory under siege. The baby robins have fledged, and are somewhere in the underbrush in someone else’s yard. The parents are beside themselves with anxious aggression. I cannot stand in the screen door without provoking an uproar. But then, one of their kids is in trouble next door, or they’ve seen a cat, or a neighbor taking out the garbage, and the parents fly off in full battle shriek. I think it’s safe to walk outside, but then I get walloped upside the head by a flying adult robin.
All morning the street was full of robins on the rampage. The cats are, I hope, being traumatized The crows, of course, respond with, "Hmm, must be something good to eat here," and fly in to check out the commotion. When I came back from my errands, the street was quiet. Too quiet. I wonder if the drama is fatally over.
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