death-of-the-family

I once spent five hours watching robins gorge themselves on fermented pyracantha berries in Gotham Park…their intoxicating behavior was mesmerizing — flying into each other — I wanted to laugh — but in a strange way it was so sad. 

What I like about young robins is that discrete yet repeated high note when you scream. It’s going to be music to my ears, darling boy.