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Cathie from Canada

Oh, that's too bad. Thanks for the great post you wrote, though -- I had never thought about robins in this way before.

Kevin Wolf

Aw. But you didn't mean it. I guess any shrub or hedge that reaches a certain point of unruliness must be left for late fall before trimming.

Rampant Yeti

I sympathize, Lance. I caused the almost identical situation when I was about 12. Kept vigil and even today feel the same pit in my stomach when I recall returning first thing next morning to find the stilled chicks.


I've been watching our robins and waiting for them to vacate so we can work on the roof. Robins do wear that miffed expression, don't they? Purantical, indeed. Must be that red vest that gives them that self-importance.

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