June 25, 2006

  • Robin Herd

    Robin Herd:

    I’m a rancher.  I have
    a herd of robins that live here. I think of them as my herd. They live here
    year round.  When winter comes and the
    life of my trees retreats and hides beneath  the ground, the robins stay with me.  They live here and they don’t even know they’re
    my herd.  (For some damn reason they
    think they own this place too.)  When I
    sit on the front porch I can usually count 8 or 10 of my herd with a single
    glance.  I don’t mark them, I don’t track
    them, and I only wonder why other robins don’t live here and voluntarily join
    the herd.

    Sometimes an Oriole with a brilliant flash of orange, or a Yellow
    Finch or Hummingbird will burst onto the scene and provide a splash of color otherwise
    not delivered by my herd of robins.  But
    I’m comfortable with that.

    Life is lived generally in grayscale persistence, and when we're lucky, in a brief flash of technicolor.

Comments (2)

  • I love Yellow Finch's. You are so so lucky. I miss all the birds I used to get. I kept my bird baths but I stopped putting up feeders because I felt I was creating a death trap with my two cats. One brought in a living sparrow last month.

  • Flocker.

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