I joined Birding Bob's group in Central Park on Saturday morning. The Ramble was misty and cold. Everyone had their binoculars up, looking for warblers and rarer birds. I don't know much about birds. There was this little one walking along with us — hopping on the trail, pecking at the dirt, flying a few feet ahead and waiting. It did this for a good twenty minutes! At some point it found a string hanging off a branch and started doing something with it. Tugging at it, turning it around, lifting one wing and then the other. I couldn't tell if it was playing or trying to figure it out. I kept looking around to see if anyone else was watching. Nobody was. Meet the American Robin of Central Park. Goes for the string. Goes for it again.
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