“Sounds like A Worm to Me!”
I mentioned in an earlier post that a neighbor and I were birdwatching together one day, when he told me the American Robin hops, and then stops, so that it may hear a worm.
So, you can imagine my delight when I captured a few images of this Robin listening for what I feel safe in assuming, worms!
I can’t think of a better springtime song for a Robin, as the sound of a worm in the cool dirt.
“You ready for the wind storm?” my neighbor asked.
He was carrying a bag of groceries. I was fiddling around with my containers, thinking about what I might plant in them this year.
I wondered if I wanted anything, not so much to be prepared, but to go along with a wind storm.
I decided to go out and grab a Coca-cola. I also decided to take Ruthie with me.
By the time we returned, which was less than ten minutes, the wind and rain were powerful. Ruthie was afraid to get out of the car. I felt badly that I had taken her out.
Ruthie is terribly sweet and the most sensitive dog in the world. That’s part of what makes her who she is and incredibly lovable.
We sat inside the car for a few minutes, listening to the howling wind and sound of heavy rain fall on the car. Things slowed for a moment, but as soon as I opened the door, a gust of rain came down and Ruthie jumped back in the car. Pretty soon the wind stopped and all was quiet.
The storm had gone as quickly as it had arrived.
My yard was a series of shallow ponds, that obviously, the Robins love!
They surprised me with a vigor and ability to stand still, while rain fell in buckets on their red-breasted bodies.
Most of the Robins took cover when the rain fell harder, but one stood its ground through the length of the storm.
The persistent and patient Robin kept looking at me and once, when I was taking a photo of a very wet Cardinal, the wet Robin hopped in front of the camera just in time to get in the photograph.
I loved the storm. I also loved that Ruthie and I were home to see the birds that came afterwards!
All the birds were here!
Most unusual, was a visit from a Bluebird. Normally, the Mockingbird aka “King of the Yard,” simply will not allow bluebirds to cross the little rain-made creek where the lawn meets the trees.
I couldn’t get a photo because the Bluebird came to the suet hanging by my front door near where I was standing. I did however have a wonderful macro view!
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My son was first to see the flock of Robins, alerting me with an excitement I hadn’t heard in a great long time. That was a blessing in itself.
“Mom! You gotta come see!” he exclaimed. “Just for a minute,” he added.
I knew I had to go see what he saw. I made it to the door in time to see the flock of American Robins gracefully landing on the moist and cold grassy lawn. The slight sound of their wings in flight, I can still recall. I like that.
I am grateful to be alive in these moments. Life is not easy, at least not for me, so when nature shows her awe, I do take notice. I catch a trillionth second wind moving me to carry on.
The red-breasted beauties hopped, stopped, and hopped again. My neighbor said they they hear worms, so they stop briefly to listen for them. I don’t doubt this, because bird brains are pretty darn smart! I do however wonder if wintertime lawns have worms to offer.
A fully grown man, my son, stood with me watching the birds, both of us glad to be there, together, without words and absolutely taken by the moment.
(Originally posted on Flickr. Edited on January 28th, 2014).
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