One of the Robins that has been frequenting the backyard feeders is missing a leg – or at least part of one – but it doesn’t seem to slow him down in the least.
I call him Han…after Han Solo…because, well, solo meaning one…anyway…you get it…
Han, in typical brash Robin style, often lands on a peak perch and announces that it is his turn to partake of the Bark Butter.
He relies on a good bit of wing flapping to help him stay balanced when he is eating or drinking.
It really is rather fascinating to watch him.
I love how this fellow bravely refuses to be limited by his limitation! That sounds like a true Jedi knight to me!