Thursday, May 7, 2009

Poor Little Robin

Born to eat worms.
And yet its morning song seems a song of praise for another day.
How sorry are you feeling for yourself?

[Yes, this breaks the self-imposed hiatus on posting; but as I watched a young robin and its parent hopping across the yard this morning, this impulse was just too strong.]
[and tomorrow, Happy Birthday, Granddaughter Jacques]

1 comment:

Vee said...

You're back! The picture of the bird is beautiful.