Our neighborhood is decorated with crab apple trees, and as a result, we have a large population of robins in the wintertime. Recently, it was a warm, but blizzardy day, and the snow had melted under the trees. The robins were coming to our neighborhood in droves to get their fill of the mushy crab apples that had fallen to the ground, or the ones that were still hanging on the naked branches.
Our orange (red) tabby, T-Money, really wanted to have a look at the large droves of birds in the dead of winter. He wasn't sure what to make of so many birds at one time! He perched himself on the fencepost, and chirped back at them in cat-speak. Eventually, he got up the nerve and sprinted toward the nearest tree, scaring them all into flight.
It was too cold for catching birds, he decided. Or maybe the truth was, he knew he was severely outnumbered. They came back shortly, to finish their delicious winter treats, and he retreated to the house.
It was a beautiful wintry scene -- droves of birds chirping up a storm about the fruit they were devouring, while the snow fell all around.