This is the story of a bird. A Robin, in fact.
Robins are known as the harbingers of Spring. They are perhaps one of the most recognizable bird in this area of the country due to their unmistakable red feathers. I remember reading a poem in second or third grade, titled, “Robin Redbreast.” Every spring, you can find Robins hopping on lawns looking for worms, guarding nests of baby blue eggs, or singing in nearby trees.
In our living room, we have a double window. They are almost the entire length of the wall, and they provide lots of light and opportunity to look outside.
Also in our living room, we also have a big chair. It’s leather, it’s soft, and it provides a great place for our kitties to snooze, relax, and watch the world outside.
From the chair in the living room, you can see a tree outside. We planted it about year after we moved in, and it rewards us every season with springtime pink blossoms, summer shade, and a colorful autumn display.
On that tree hangs a bird feeder, which I have filled with high-quality songbird seeds. It took a few days, but they showed up – birds, all sorts of birds!
It took only a few days for the sentry birds from various breeds to investigate the menu.
They brought along friends.
They had brunch, they tweeted, and sometimes, they fought for the best perch.
They also had parties. Sometimes, they let other species hang out with them, but they seemed hesitant to include one particular bird.
This bird watched from the sidelines, occasionally trying to sneak past everyone else.
Want a closer look?
Who is it, but Fat Robin, once again, fluffing himself up to look more menacing, as he attempts to protect his territory.
As if other birds weren’t enough to deal with, Fat Robin has had to face other animals – a fox, a baby skunk, and squirrels. These squirrels are crazy. They’ll do anything to get to a food source, even if it means hanging upside down and using their tails for leverage.
But Fat Robin wasn’t happy. And he wasn’t scared off. Though he’s just a fraction of the squirrel’s size, he was determined to claim his space. Fat Robin takes his job and his territory very seriously. He flits in and out of the tree throughout the day, even close to sunset. When other birds or animals show up, he starts yelling at them. It’s a distinctive scolding chirp, similar to the territorial warning that a mama Robin once gave my husband when he walked too close to her nest over our backyard door in our previous home.
It’s a good thing that we have double-paned windows, because the cats get so excited watching Fat Robin and his cohorts that I wonder how much effort they’d put into getting at the birds. Backs twitching, cackling softly, and flicking their tails, Milo and Molly sit patiently, quietly, just watching them from their comfy chair, waiting for the perfect moment to… oh, heck, this is too much work! After a few hours of observing, the cats decided to take a break.
I knew that soon enough, they’d wear themselves out and decide it’s time for a cat nap. It’s not easy work, being a kitty. Time to recharge and get rest for the next show. No worries of missing the action though, because I know that Mother Nature won’t disappoint and Fat Robin will return!