Robins

I'm not usually drawn to Robins - they're usually just flapping around making a lot of noise. Or attacking themselves in mirrors.
It was a much needed laugh, tho and I was feeling a little better after a rough week until some lady came out of her house in her ratty bathrobe to interrogate me about what I was taking pictures of (the hawk 20 feet above my head) and wasn't I there yesterday. I wanted to tell her to f**k off as I was walking down the middle of a public street so it really wasn't any of her business, or to rest assured I wasn't there to take her picture because that robe was hideous - or maybe that I was undercover FBI and she should just go back inside. I didn't, of course - just kept on walking. But I will make a point to add that street to my route so we can keep in touch.