Warm Day in Early Winter Robins for Tea

Mid 60's this afternoon. I had to quit my desk and go walk in through the SW Gate at 3:30. I carried the blue paint and sprayed the tops of a half dozen steel posts in the Woods. Marvelous time to be out. Cold storm winds coming in a few hours. The Grandfather cottonwood has lost all but 10% of its leaves, one of the last trees to drop leaves. Its large trunk has rising clockwise twist. Do other trees in Oliver's Woods twist clockwise?
At the Elm Bridge the sand was dry but upstream there were 30 plus robins drinking and sipping along the edge of the pool. I wonder what the male female ratio of the flock might be. The East Pond is stable at 1.54 feet and developing a little more oily sheen of organic decomposition. One white-tailed doe and two yearlings along Hackberry Alley. The doe did not seem overly concerned and did not run away until I walked closer to her. There are several to many twig girdled meter-long thin branches dropping now. They have been cut by cerambycid girdlers. I collected two lengths to look for egg niches. In the forest the rose brown leaves of Viburnum rufidulum shrubs are some of last remaining. At the edge of rubbish cliff above the Elm Bridge a massive dead elm trunk has broken south in the wind. The golden color of the fallen pecan, hackberry and cottonwood leaves has now faded entirely to different light shades of brown. The color went quickly.