We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The American Robin is semi-migratory (populations edge southwards), and can be found almost anywhere in the US in wintertime. Here, our winter Robins are probably Canucks, while our local summer breeders are probably in South Carolina.
In the northern US, they live on old berries and fruits in the winter, usually foraging in flocks. Sometimes they get drunk on fermented rotten fruit. They do not eat bird seed.
This pic was from a readera while back, taken, as I recall, in Lenox, MA:
It isn't just rotten fruit that makes them drunk. They get seriously loopy from eating Pyracantha berries, turning themselves into feather-coated Kamikaze pilots. Both houses I grew up in had massive Pyracantha bushes. I spent my childhood knowing window repair guys by their first name.
We have large flocks of Turdus this winter; seems they are not migratorious. I have heard that they are mostly young males; clubbed up in colors--gangstuh avians. Birds of a feather flock together; 'tis true.