All, A moment of appreciation for Robins:
Two Robins were foraging in my back yard yesterday underneath the lilac and sand cherry. I implored my daughter to observe their every move so she would witness their turned heads angled to the earth awaiting for those sounds or those vibrations that would lead them to sustenance for themselves, their brood. They watched us, hesitantly. But they continued on and we relented to let them do what Robins do. I suspect they do it best when no one is watching. The rains calmed this evening and the skies were met by that song. The one that wakes you up at 4am and that same one that will put you to bed at night. The one that sparks nostalgia. The one you can still hear as that 7 year old version of you posted next to that giant weeping willow in your backyard in western Pennsylvania in March that gave you peace knowing that so many good things beckoned with the changing season. Harbingers they are. Poets they may be. Beautiful always. They will always be and remain the first subjects of the first bird stories taught me. Josh Bruening Fort Collins -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Colorado Birds" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/cobirds/edbd27c0-b4a2-4466-aef2-adb830642519%40googlegroups.com. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
