I planned to go to the Ramble early this morning, but I overslept and didn't get there until almost ten, when the only birds in view were the usual: starlings, grackles, robins. But I'll never qualify as a serious birder, because I like starlings and grackles and robins. I even love house sparrows, the tough little hustlers fighting off pigeons for the scraps from outdoor cafes, and most people consider that they barely count as birds.
Here's a robin, with his beak still dirty from digging for his breakfast.
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