First, they were berry-eaters, stripping trees and shrubs of every luscious fruit. Now, they are frantic leaf-turners, wanna-be worm-pluckers, competing with the Song thrushes and Blackbirds for every tasty wriggler. Soon, the Redwings will be gone, flying back to their breeding grounds to produce next year’s berry-eaters and worm-pluckers. I will miss them; the worms probably not so much.