I was home in Woolwich yesterday morning walking around my yard when I heard a faint bird song. I looked up in the old apple tree and there was a fat robin, pecking away at the frozen apples. There have been robins around for over a month now, which amazes me - we are still quite snowbound. They will live on fermented fruit and berries until the snow opens up and they can find worms, I guess. This robin's song was so weak, I think that it was drunk!(Drunken Robin, Tweet! TweediddldeeDeet! Drunken Robin, Tweet! TweediddldeeDeet!)
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