... with one eye open.

By Chamaeleo

One Down; Three To Go

Curlier in large.

I went looking for the robinlings, but they've got more sly. I could hear them peeping, but they squeak in pure tones like crickets so seem almost impossible to locate effectively by sound. I spotted one deep in a flowerbed, but they've also got more skittish (phew), and it disappeared almost as soon as spotted it.
I did get a clear view of the father singing his heart out though.
AND, it turns out the tendrils also suffer that curly phone cord problem.
p.s. Bonus bumblebee

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