Robins

We are staying at an R V park that has a storage lot adjacent to the camping area. It's about a two acre space filled with motor homes, boat and assorted trailers in loosely defined rows. Bella the dog had been greatly interested in exploring the lot, so we set off on an evening stroll.
While passing a trailer that hadn't been moved in some time, Bella frightened three adolescent robins out of their nest. I had just enough time to get a good look at the birds and nest (which was poorly planned being too close to the ground if you ask me) when we were attacked! Birds arrived in force, at least twenty of them. They were diving at both of us, screaming obscene bird words and accusing us of horrible intentions. Oh yes, you may think that a robin is a benevolent bird but you have never faced their flap-winged fury. We were given no chance to explain. Poor Bella was terrified and I had a Hitchcock flashback. We abandoned the walk with our dignity intact, more or less. Bella no longer wants to visit the place.