Ten of them here, and that’s not even half of them. At one point there were more than 25, but they keep scurrying around and flying in & flying out, so it’s hard to keep track.
They do love the morning back yard buffet! Right up until a hawk flys over (the hawks love the morning back yard buffet as well, but for slightly different reasons) and then it’s a mass exodous to get airborne and off to the relative safety of the trees.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 