Patricia Franklin
A Few Thoughts
I think I mentioned that the mother robin left a little egg shell by my door. Since that time, I noticed she had two babies. I watched them both and worried that they had left the nest too soon. She tried to keep them in the branches of the lilac bush. The young one pretty much listened to her, the other one was a little more independent. (I’m using my imagination here).
One morning I went out and found one of them dead on the back lawn. It did not look damaged, so I did not know what got to it…. either a cat or a very angry black bird?? It seemed to be the bigger one that was dead. I kept track of the little one, who thrived, and learned to fly pretty well. He discovered our birdbath, and loved it. Whenever he got in it, he had so much fun he did not want to leave. He would splash around, then just lay there, then kept repeating it. He was fun to watch, as he loved it so much. Then he would fly up on the fence and shake out his feathers. No other bird has ever spent that much time bathing there.
I lost track of the birds for about 3 or 4 weeks while we were gone, and busy running around. Several times since, I have seen birds in the back, and several were robins with the spots on their breasts, so I knew they were brand new in the neighborhood.
This morning, I was sitting outside and there were quite a few birds around, some still being fed by their mamas. Then a robin flew into the birdbath and splashed and played for the longest time. I was sure it was the one from our lilac, especially when he finally got out and flew on the fence to shake out his feathers. I noticed he was bigger, but still had some of his baby spots. I’m sure it was him, and I hope he will be our neighbor for a long time to come. I think I’ll always recognize him by his antics in the birdbath.
From Flickr
Old Things R New 