Too early.
The baby robins are looking and sounding more and more like baby starlings every day, and I think it’s too late to drown them in the pond. If it is true, and I have raised three starlings, maybe I can train them. Get them to lead the wild starlings to the cats. Race wild starlings through windmills. Outfit them with razor-lined outfits to cut the wild ones to shreds. Hey, a guy can dream, can’t he?
