A robin sits in our crabapple tree looking cold. It's 22 degrees out - probably as warm as it will get today. I wonder if the robin will stay all winter. At least he looks fat. Geese seem equally ambivalent about their traditional trip south. Yesterday as the ice from Monday's storm melted (and before that afternoon's snow) I was outside trying to catch some photos of the ice-encased trees. I heard geese and looked up to see a ragged V flying more or less west. A few more photos later and the geese were back - this time flying east. It was the same group - what was up? I know they sometime stop off for several days to fatten up, or some such, at local ponds, preparing for the next leg of their journey - but it seems way too late for that.
We hung some suet in a little wire mesh box from one of the branches of the crabapple tree. Now lots of birds come to it throughout the day: sparrows, titmice, juncos, cardinals, and downy woodpeckers - at least these are the birds I've identified. The woodpeckers spend a lot of time at the suet feeder, and they seem very tame - I was able to get close enough to one to get a photo of one.
But the robin just sits - does not seem to interact with the other birds, nor does he eat the suet or the seeds that are in another part of the tree. Perhaps he eats the shriveled crabapples - there are still a lot of them.
On another note, last Friday night, Marlene and I watched Moulin Rouge on DVD. If reacting to a popular form of entertainment with a definite "What is this shit?" is a sign of passing into the so-called older generation, well, that night marked my passage. Since we bought a DVD player and subscribed to Netflix, we've watched a lot of excellent movies. This was not one of them. But what a relief that we never paid the price of film tickets.