52nd City

The Summoning of Robins

Ordinarily, I'd not post twice here in a day, but this afternoon, while on a long walk through Tower Grove Park, I noticed something quite eye-opening. On a goodly patch of grass, between SCOSAG's brick gatehouse and the little baseball field at Morganford and Arsenal, about 150 robins were greedily worm-harvesting. And I might be underreprsenting the amount of them there. Every single two-winger was a robin, as well. What an odd sight.

I take this as some sort of totemic statement by the birds, fast on the heels of the "Rockin' Robins" reading at the Schlafly Bottlewoks, compliments of Observable Books. I can only, naturally assume a connection. That, there must be.