“Robins are territorial, and they do not like me,”
Ray said as he recounts.
"I had two of them trying to escort me off my lawn."
A little tiny robin began to chirp; his redbreast thrust out for a fight.
Chirp, chirp, chirp, and it flew near.
Ray stood still.
A half a dozen robins in the backyard are scavenging for food as the sun began to set.
Ray took a step forward, and the robin began to chirp again and fly and dip and dive.
A standoff commenced.
Ray and the robin.
The robin and Ray.
I rolled my eyes and went inside.
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