For about two weeks, every morning on my way to school, I’ve wished for my camera. Robins, robins everywhere! I’m used to seeing the occasional robin hanging out on the ground eating worms, but there are thousands chirping in the trees on either side of the road. As I drive, they fly back and forth in successive bursts, looking as if they are weaving a transparent tapestry across an invisible loom. Perhaps, they are weaving spring. I couldn’t get a photo of their acrobatics. I tried, but I found it is hard to drive, even down a country lane, hanging out the window, looking through a camera lens. Oh, yes, I did. No, the children were not in the car. I was going slow.
On the ground, robins are endearing and friendly. In fact, I have to discourage worm dining in the garden bed next to me while I dig in the soil.
However, in the trees, they were unsettled as though being so close together stressed them out. Obviously, they are not apartment dwellers like the purple martins. They would land in a tree, only to fly off again in jittered anticipation.
The Audubon Society publishes a “fact” sheet on how to save migratory birds, which I first learned about through Michelle’s post on Garden Rant. According to the A.S., we just need to reduce the number of people on the planet, and migratory birds will make a quick comeback. Who wants to go first?
Someone should explain to these feisty little characters that there are fewer of them every year. Hey, wait a minute, maybe someone did. Does anyone remember The Birds? Eeek . . . .