robins – My Wylde Lyfe

Robins, Why are You Here?

It was a frigid Canadian morning, as I walked from the park along the Welland River to the bakery.

All of a sudden, I heard the familiar twittering of a robin. I looked to find him in a tree with shriveled-up crabapples, hoping to find lunch.

On my return walk; after purchasing strudel and a walnut roll; I saw a whole flock of them flying from one tree to the next.

December was so mild; but I bet they are regretting their decision to stay now. I don’t think it is an early return, as it surely doesn’t feel like spring.

His First Bath

The baby robin stood on the edge of the birdbath hesitating. He knew that he wanted to go in the water, but he was scared because it was his first time.

It reminded me of the time I was in the second grade and my beloved school teacher pushed me into the pool during a field trip when I didn’t want to go in. I didn’t like her after that.