WAKE FROM THY NEST, ROBIN RED-BREAST! SING, BIRD IN EVERY FURROW! AND FROM EACH BILL LET MUSIC SHRILL GIVE MY FAIR LOVE GOOD-MORROW! BLACKBIRD AND THRUSH IN EVERY BUSH, STARE, LINNET, AND COCKSPARROW, YOU PRETTY ELVES, AMONG YOURSELVES SING MY FAIR LOVE GOOD-MORROW! thomas heywood "matin song"
Sitting in my back yard the other evening I watched a robin bounce around. It was the perfect evening with the smell of fresh cut grass and the sun shinning low through the bushes creating shadows and quiet safe places for birds to sit. Earlier in the day my husband had trimmed the grape vines and thrown grapes into the yard, the robin found them and was snacking. It was fun to watch. Robins always remind me of home-Michigan being the state bird. Even though I have not been there in years it is still "home" to me the place I grew up the place I am from. No matter where one lives one always has roots and has to be from a place it is what makes you feel grounded. And I am grounded on a dead end dirt road in a little town in Michigan where Robins were frequent and welcome visitors.