In previous posts, I have strongly intimated that our lack of robins in this neighbourhood is a direct result of the influx of crows. For a two day period, the robins popped back to sing sweetly in the neighbourhood and my back yard. The crows must have given them a day pass or perhaps were too busy running away from the Merlin falcons and the blue jays. In any case, the sweet song was much appreciated and just as quickly as it came, it left………..
Robin Red Breast
Little Robin Red Breast, where have you been?
It seems like ages since you were last seen.
We’ve spotted you elsewhere on other trees.
would you come to our yard if we said please?
Other birds come by to offer a tune,
none as sweetly as you, please come back soon.
Just when I began to give up all hope,
there you were, sweet part of nature’s spring trope.