KOA Newburgh - Day 3

Good morning.  It's another dark day with a heavy cloud cover AND a NWS warning of heavy rains drifting northeast from Tropical Storm, Bill.  Watching the radar shows that the most severe weather will pass well to my south with the northern fringe just reaching New York City. Not wanting to deal with anything wet, I've put away my tablecloth, outdoor rug, and retracted my awning.  Sure enough, precisely at 1:00 p.m, the light rain began. Run campers, run.  See the campers disappear into whatever shelter they could find.  That is, except the fellas outside the cabins.  There they sit in front of their fire. It's 2 pm and the rain has stopped. Things have not remained static, however, here at the KOA campground.

Friday afternoon and evening saw at least 10-15 RVs enter; from pop-ups to Class A's.  In addition, a group of what I'm guessing to be four families with about 15-20 members between them now occupy the four cabins behind me.  Loud talk and music was the order of the day but lasted only till 9:30-10:00 pm. At one point, when the volume was cranked a bit, I did motion to one of the fellas that it was a bit too loud.  Problem solved. And isn't it interesting how the organizer, leader, and "dominant male" is shortly identified by speech only.  Next door to my left, a "Cruise America" rental RV with a young couple got settled and, at 8:30 pm just as it was getting dark, two vehicles and a crowd, including a crying youngster arrived.  Dad, had the job of setting up a large tent (which, it turns out, he hadn't done in over a year.)  My contribution was my very bright lantern that shed some light on the area and his attempts were finally rewarded 10:30 pm when they returned the lantern.  The grandfather/granddaughter (I think) across the road left and the mother and two teenage sons in a tent across the way remain.

A new visitor, other than human, paid a visit this morning as well.  Oh, the usual critters remain.  Sparrows and the frisky chipmunks remain. They're getting used to me.  They now boldly come under the table I'm sitting at and one even charged and bumped into my sandled foot.  I think I'm lucky socks covered flesh.  Yes, MB, I wear socks with sandals; I'm allowed now that I'm approaching senility. The very selfish, dominant one continues to forage and will chase with amazing speed all others who try to share the goodies.

Grackle

Cardinal

No, these two birds were to be expected.  It's the little guy who greeted me this morning on my picnic table....very similar to another bird that, "outta da blue," landed on my balcony.

Its constant 'cheep' 'cheep' drew my attention from
inside my RV.  How it landed on my table, I don't know.

Looking up at the trees that hover above, I don't think it fell out
of its nest.  Without a tail, I didn't think it could have flown there.
And, as I asked almost ten years ago, "How come me?"

I was at least thankful that my bird feeder was nearby. But 

even pouring some seed on the table the critter didn't bother

with it. 

It dawned on me that it may be a baby robin and

 seeds

are not part of 

their diet.  It ignored it anyway.

Yes, my little guest knew what was what.  As I approached,
it hopped away toward the end of the table always looking
up or down...fly or jump? Fly?  Maybe.  Jump?  You're gonna
get hurt.  So?  What did it do?  What do you think?