This mutant robin has territory on a main drag in the nearby town. Because the roads are mostly traffic-free, I managed to snap its picture after several attempts. Its condition is leucism, a lack of pigment in feathers.
North American robins – aka Turdus migratorius
aka Wandering pooper*
– have returned en masse to Michigan. They boldly hop across the deck while I’m lunching, They investigate the sod I’ve overturned – while I’m in the middle of planting hostas. They scold me
as I refill the birdbath.
Of course, they make up for it by being harbingers of warmer weather. They also sing, “chuckle” and chirp: three sounds for the price of one!
They will, no doubt, return to their milder manners after they’ve finished fighting each other over territory and started building nests.
Or I am doomed to be bossed around by birdbrains!
*Not the real translation of the Latin scientific name, although it CERTAINLY is “in the vulgar.”