or rather, I wasn't. There was a newly wannabe flier robin. It spent most of its time hopping here and there. When I tried to catch it and relocate it, four robins converged on me and chirped and chatted and tried to intimidate me, as much as they could. I gave up, as it was clear I was more likely going to hurt it than help it. Even now they seem to regard me as the predator, despite the fact that I fill the feeder for their piggy butts.
The cute little thing sought shelter under a bush during a downpour. Sadly, it was not inclined to let me watch it or come near it, so --- no photo. Drat!
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