The end of every January, flocks of robins stop at this holly tree on their way back north. They start at the top and work their way down, eating every berry until the tree is bare. Then they move on.
an infrequent repository of mostly new stuff
an infrequent repository of mostly new stuff
The end of every January, flocks of robins stop at this holly tree on their way back north. They start at the top and work their way down, eating every berry until the tree is bare. Then they move on.