Hey There, My Favorite Kids!
We have the strangest robin in our back yard. I think he is the same “devil bird” that came bumping into our window last year. Grandpa and I were puzzled by the dumb thing then, and made the determination that he had brain damage from trying to get some string from our curtain inside the window for his nest. Grandpa named him “Crazy Robin.”But there is no string this year and he is again bumping into our window–all morning long, starting early. He thumps high on right side of the window and then flies at the other side, perches on the ledge of the window, peeks in through the slats of the blind, flies off to the tree branch and starts all over again, varying in the amount of crashes he makes on the window with each trip. Grandpa said that he is trying to get to a branch he sees in the window. But since he can’t, shouldn’t even a bird brain have figured this out with the first few collisions?
As I am forced to ponder, daily, the actions of this bird, it occurred to me that maybe he just wants to come into our pretty, little house. He peeks in every time he perches, and I bet he thinks my black and white bedroom is most beautiful room he has ever seen. Maybe we should just open the window. . . But then what would he do in here? How would we get him back out? What about his wife?
Wait. He may be a Robin version of Edgar Allen Poe’s Raven! Remember me reading this poem to you? I love the rhythm of it, even if the content is weird.
“The fact is I was napping, and so gently you can rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door. . .Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before, ‘Surely,’ said I, ’surely, that is something at my window lattice. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.”
Maybe I’ve secretly wanted my own “Raven” . . .Ooh! Nooo! Now I’m creeped out, and he’s not a creepy bird; he’s a happy bird, you can almost see him smile when he peeks in at me. It’s more like, “Good Morning. Pretty room you have there!”
The only fact we have about him is that he wakes us up early every morning. Hey, maybe that’s his mission in life. He’s been assigned to wake us up so I won’t sleep late. He could be part of my guardian angel network, trying to make me a better person! You know what Poor Richard says, “Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” Grandpa’s been trying for years, unsuccessfully to get me up early, so maybe that is why I’ve been sent this little thumper! Well, now I’m sorry I called him a “devil bird” and a “crazy robin.” Yeah, thanks to my angel bird I awoke early, have eaten a healthy breakfast and done my dishes, and now I’m going to exercise. Wow, he is actually doing a good job with me! Now I bet you’re all wishing you had a little feathery helper at your window. But really, I don’t know where or how you get one.
Grandma Dottie-the Weird Robin’s Project