An early bird robin is on my front lawn. He runs a few feet, stops, and listens, looking for those early worms. He’s not as bright and shiny as he was in April. 
This time of year, robins have cared for one or two nests of babies and it’s a tiring business. However, he keeps at it. Even the redbirds aren’t quite as bright as they were but they still sing, they still gladden the days, and new generations of birds live because of their dedication.
My yard is leafy and shady and is a great cover for birds. I hear different ones during the day, singing as if they are the happiest creatures on earth, but they are hard to spot. They enjoy hiding among the branches.
And, of course, so do the squirrels. They feel they own the back yard, even to digging up Nemo’s bones and munching them.
Across the street, a rabbit hops along my neighbor’s yard. Does he have a secret cache of bunnies somewhere? Rabbits are shy about their nests, but I’ll bet he (or she) has added to the bunch of neighborhood furry creatures this summer.
And, so the summer goes. In spite of the world’s troubles, nature behaves as it was intended. It’s reassuring.
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