Date: 02/12/2001

Number: 1

I passed a huge 'wave' of our friends at a corner that is on my main
route to and from home.
The property is a southwest facing northeast corner lot with big open
yard of mostly red clay, with mixed cut grasses. The soil is sandy
clay, what there is of it, but at this time of year there is more
natural mulch than later on, and the ground is a little softer in this
thin layer of organics. This particular yard is above the road at more
or less eye level, so it gives a good view of the robins. Hopping
around and every now and then one will pause, stare in a frigid stance,
then in a flash dart of the beak into the ground and proceed to unearth
a worm, stretching it and doubling its grip until the worm was firmly
being grasp by the already fat robin! I never seem to see them actually
swallowing the worms. Maybe, I turn my head back to the road as the
unpleasant vision of the lowly earthworm being gulped down the thraot of
the wiley robin is something I instinctively turn

Laurel, MS

Latitude: 31.7 Longitude: -89.1

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