This morning, Nemo and I took my cup of coffee to the deck (actually, I took the coffee, Nemo just took his magnificent self) and sat down to contemplate the complexities of the world. The most pressing question was Why was a certain robin sitting on the edge of the birdbath for such a long time? He was neither drinking nor bathing. Was he thinking about flying south for the winter? Some robins do and, in this area, some robins don’t. Was he remembering the busy time he’d had of helping his mate feed not one but two groups of hungry babies this summer? Was he congratulating himself on doing his part to populate the state with robins?
It was a warm, still morning and maybe he was simply enjoying it, sharing a moment to gather his thoughts and rest for a bit. I don’t communicate very well with robins nor they with me. As we sat there in companionable quiet, one of the pesky winged enemies of warm-blooded creatures landed on my arm. Carefully raising my hand, I brought it down with a resounding slap and there was one less mosquito. However, that slap had startled the robin and when I looked again at the birdbath, he was gone.
Maybe I’ll see him again or maybe he was finalizing a flight plan. Whichever it was, I wish him well. We were companions for a short time, but it was a nice interlude to a warm summer morning.
Great pic! So far, we’ve been lucky about mosquitoes. Haven’t seen many. We did go through cicada season though.
Lucky you in not seeing mosquitoes! We have them from the first sign of warm weather until frost. This is night and day. When the sun is shining, they are still bad!!
I can’t take credit for the picture, though.