Identificaciones de carita

I exited the building, the cold air on my face greeted me. I began my walk.

Over by the trees, a flock of American Robins and European Starlings converged. Some perched on branches while others searched for worms in the grass. As I skimmed over the birds, I spotted one that was very strange. It was very white, an aberrant!

The "Ghostly Robin" stayed on the ground. It had patches of white on its breast and back. It would quietly cheep.

I followed the robin to some berries. It flew up onto a branch and started to snack, throwing berries into the air and catching them with its beak.