Join Delores, Mother Owl and me in writing about one of the better known birds of North America and Europe.
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In doing a bit of research for this week's poem, I found that the original "robin red breast" is the European robin, a member of the Old World flycatcher family.
It looks quite different from the red-breasted American robin that we see in North America, which is a member of the thrush family. Where the European robin is tiny and cute, the American robin is more robust and stocky.
North American robin (male)
Last week I saw our first robins, who have just returned from warmer parts of the continent, and happily I was able to take a couple of pictures. I wanted to capture how nondescript the back of this bird is, and how bright its front is. Hopefully you can see that here:
He blends in very well with last year's dead leaves and dormant weed-lawn (which is different from a grass-lawn, as you probably guessed).
And here is my offering for this week:
O sturdy little robin
With chest so bright and red
Why do you stand and stare around
And tilt your little head?
O now I think I know why
And knowing makes me squirm
As suddenly you wield your beak
And grab a big fat worm
Why, yes, I am a bit squeamish about watching Nature's children eat other Nature's children, when the "others" are still moving around. Bleh. But . . . everybody's gotta eat.
I almost forgot. Here's an audio clip for the European robin, ten minutes' worth (!) if you like :)
And here's an audio clip for the North American robin, clocking in at one minute forty seconds:
And that's all I have to say about robins 😀
Wishing everyone a great week, with more of the birdsong and less of the eating-live-prey kinds of situations . . .