Robin Diary

Posted: June 20, 2016 in creative writing, poem, poet, poetry
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Turning his head only briefly as if saying good-bye or perhaps “Geronimo!” to his nest mate, he jumped from the rim of the nest and frantically fluttered his half hair , half feathered wings. There was very little air cushioning under him. He landed hard on his ass, but he somehow managed to hit the ground running. Looking confused he ran to hide under the first clump of grass that he came to. I once again witnessed a youngster’s first jump into the slim promise of life’s thin air.

Each year since we’ve lived here, a robin has build her nest on the top of our spring season wreath that hangs from our front porch light. It must seem hospitable in the spring, the wreath being made of green woven grapevines and fake broad grapevine leaves. How she knows how to build a nest fascinates me each year. It just seems to appear from nowhere overnight. One day there is nothing, the next, we notice that the nest has been made. She must work feverishly through the night being careful not to be noticed and hoping it will not be attractive to the curiosities of other beasties that frequent our porches’ shelter.

Last year was a very hot spring. We had a 100% morality rate. The nest was expertly made, 3 eggs laid, 3 birds hatched but one by one each was evacuated from the nest only found dead on the hot cement below. But this year, four eggs were laid, two birds were hatched, two eggs were pushed from the nest. Mother and father both supplied bugs, worms and bird feeder morsels and the two survived.

This weekend the nest is empty and mother is only seen occasionally as she continues to provide food to the demanding fledglings hidden securely somewhere in our backyard hedges. We will see them soon after they begin to fly. They will see mother or dad as they graze in our yard and flutter their wings, mouth opened, begging for food as they did in the nest. The parents will responsibly share their food with them there on the ground, well into adulthood until we won’t be able to distinguish parent from child.

Later in the summer, we will feel fortunate to be able to again see mother and child meet, obviously recognize each other  and watch as grown adult child’s mouth opens and mother shares her meal as if she still sees it as the helpless, weak fledgling still in the nest.

How different from the birds are we?



  1. rushmorejudd says:

    You display an amazing perception.


  2. Thank you for sharing this, J! You’re fortunate to have this view of life! 🙂
    I don’t think we are much different from the birds! And I don’t say that just because I have a bird-brain! 😉 😀
    I love observing them and their young! We have robins here, but seems the quail and dove and finches like to nest in my back yard. I love watching them with their babies…especially the Mama and Daddy Quail! They are a delight! 🙂 Several times, over the years, I just happen to be sitting on the porch when they decided it was time for the babies to try their wings at flying. I felt honored to watch them. I actually got teary-eyed. 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    • I get a feeling of peace and calmness watching the fauna of my backyard. I miss what’s happening back there when I’m away from home. The doves are a delight and it is a privilege to occasionally see our crazy cardinal pair. But the robins, they nest so close within view and seem to trust us and appreciate our organic yard , as the rabbits do also. J

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      • Yes, such a joy to have a front row seat to enjoy the most spectacular show of all! Watching the birds, bunnies, frogs, insects, etc, is calming to me and puts my stuff in perspective. I am just SO glad to be a small part of this huge amazing world! 🙂

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