DATELINE: Robin Bobbin’ on Squirrel
When a plethora of robins showed up this spring in my yard near the big tree, I thought—there goes the neighborhood. However, they started rummaging through last year’s flower stems. Each one was yanked out and taken to some unknown spot for a nest.
That’s when the first wave of bombers hit.
Under the eaves of my side-door porch, I saw birds flying toward the storm door. They never hit because they were building a nest, which I promptly discouraged.
So, the freeloaders went to the big tree not far from the dining room picture window. There, for the first time, they started their architectural work. As if for good measure, they regularly cleaned out the yard of ants and other crawling insects.
The good neighbor policy continued until I saw the squirrels and chipmunks arrive.
It was war.
A half-dozen robins attacked with all the ferocity of kamikaze flights. They chased the squirrels out of the tree and around the yard. I had never seen such nimble flight—and they worked often in pairs till the squirrels ran for cover.
Then, they began chasing the chipmunks out of the yard. Less inclined to climb the tree, the chipmunks were nonetheless not welcome in this yard anymore. They were attacked with zooming claws outstretched.
I thought I watched out-takes from Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds.
You may have thought the hawk patrol had been replaced.
Regular bombing runs can be seen during morning coffee break whilst sitting at the window. Warfare never looked so natural.