I had 1 single robin that stuck around till mid january, every day was eating old dried up grapes off my vines, then one day it disappeared, maybe ran out of food or got smart enough to fly south or somethingI’ve had a huge flock in the shelter belt behind the shop all winter. First winter ever. Or at least the first time I’ve noticed.
My great grandfather stepped off the boat from Italy and made it to the Hills. Dad told me when he was little the old man loved spring for one reason; robins. He shot them with a .22 short, breasted them, salted the piss out of an iron skillet, heated it to smoking on a coal stove then flash fried them.I opened this thread looking for recipes. . .