Tuesday, January 1, 2008
A Bird Out of Place
Almost every morning for the last week or so, there has been a robin, feathers all fluffed up so that it looks like a ball, perched in the crabapple tree outside my bedroom. I have been baffled about why it didn't fly south with its flock - they have been gone for a long time now. This morning, I watched it preening and figured out that it must have an injured wing; it carried its left wing hanging down slightly, instead of tucked up alongside its body like the right wing. Other than that, it seems fine. I guess I'd better pull out the bird feeder so it has a chance of making it through the winter.