Curiosity

As I walked across the grass in Prescott Park yesterday afternoon I stopped to watch some robins. I knew if I moved closer they would quickly take flight, so I stopped and crouched close to the ground. I grabbed a quick photo of the closest bird and waited.

My bird companion apparently was curious. He darted closer to me, stopped, posed. It took four repetitions of that sequence before his curiosity was satisfied. And then... he flew away.