A 'round' of robins (that's the unofficial, but most popular collective noun option for a group of these birds) gathered in the vineyard just down the street from me. They were gleaning the grapes that had been left behind by the harvesters.
They would disappear into the vines and suddenly pop up to perch on one of the support posts.
This one looked around, scratched its head and dove back into the feast.
I liked the contrast of the bright breasts and yellow leaves.