First this big fella, who kind of seemed like The Leader of the Pack.
Then this slightly smaller one, perhaps a female.
And, perhaps, her mate?
One drinks while the other watches for marauders.
Then the other takes his turn.
Then apparently satisfied that no peril is near they both drink as much as they can hold.
One has flown away but the other apparently has something else in mind.
Ah, nothing like a nice cool bath even though the air temperature was right around 30 degrees.
I noticed this time a curious trait.
The bird would sit in the water and flick the water up and around with his tail.
And he seemed to be saying "Are you lookin' at me? Well, are ya?"
Of course that could just be my poetic imagination.
I was so disgusted with the smears on the window inside and out that once the robins left I went out and washed the outside and wiped off the inside.
The spots on the inside, SWMBO helpfully pointed out, were probably "kitty snot".
Thanks, I needed that.
