Herds (Mutations?) of song thrushes have been passing through the garden, feasting on the fruit of our Cotoneaster frigidus. As many as 20 to 30 at a time. I was out in the snow briefly today foraging for some kale and parsley and unearthing a few tubers. Unbeknownst to me, the robin, never far away when I'm digging, followed me back into the potting shed. How different it looks indoors, and how different the room looks with something wild trapped in it.
Song Thrush, Starling, Wood Pigeon and Magpie from the Featherbook (Il Bestiario Barocco) of Dionisio Minaggio, Chief Gardener of the State of Milan, 1618
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