Praise to an orchard that left apples on the ground for the neighbours. The geese are contemplative about it, the robins (to the left) are quiet, the starlings are hidden in the trees, the flicker is at my place to the north, eating bugs from the grass, and the pheasants? They’re sneaks. Oh, and the starlings don’t stay put. That’s the other thing.
A distant dog finally spooked the geese, my presence spooked the pheasants, and the starlings? I think they spooked themselves. But they’re like that. The robins? They left. Things were getting too frantic.