Sunday, January 11, 2009

This is just to say...

I have fed
the breadcrumbs
to the robin

which you were
possibly saving
for stuffing.

Forgive me
he asked so nicely
and is really much hungrier than we are.
~
(After WCW)

16 comments:

Dick said...

I'm not going to check the WCW - I love this!

Barrett Bonden said...

It must be a French robin. British robins never ask nicely; they insist, then engage you with a critical eye as you do the necessary.

Lee said...

Crumbs to lovely birds. An excellent investment.

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh excellent, I like the original poem and I like what you've done with it too. Lovely robin photos

den said...

video very peaceful
your effort paid off in end no pain no gain
don't give up on it

SpiralSkies said...

Oh that did make me smile - the original is a fave and I might just print yours out for my board of jollification!

Catalyst said...

Lovely take on the original poem and a beautiful bird.

alice c said...

How enchanting - thank you.

Robin Starfish said...

How impossible to turn down such a colorful and happy mendicant.

herhimnbryn said...

This beautiful ( as always) L. I followed the link too, as I did not know the poet and spent some time wandering around and finding pieces that I had almost lost. Thankyou.

christopher said...

Lucy, I love your Robin, and I love feeding the finches who come for my seeds. I would love for them to be tame just for me. I see why people keep birds, though I wouldn't. Because I feed them, there are more hanging around and I love that. Still.


Look In Their Eyes

It's not about them.
The birds are efficiently
Cruel to themselves,
Fearful of us when
We come closer than they like.
It's us we love then.
We love what we dream
Of how their lives go because
Nothing beautiful
As birds could be so
Cruel and fearful as they are,
But look in their eyes.

Bee said...

That robin looks so sweet, so sprightly; and you frame him so nicely. I love your homage!

Sheila said...

Shortly after seeing this, we went for a walk in the Botanic Garden. I thought of your photos all the way, as I was seeing robins everywhere. I think yours has a redder (more orangey, actually) breast than ours here.

You've reminded me I need to get a new birdfeeder up.

Granny J said...

Lovely robins, especially the fellow taking flight. I hadn't realized how different they are than the American version, but I'm sure they are quite as demanding. Do they get drunk on berries that have fermented?

Lucy said...

Thanks, he's cute isn't he? I ran out of bird food, and found some soft white crumbs, and some ready shelled sunflower seeds, from our stores. I bought more bird food, and thought I's make the rest of the crumbs into stuffing with Sunday lunch, but when I got home Tom had given them all to the robin!

European robins belong to a quite different genus from American ones; they are a form of chat, nearer to nightingales, stonechats and winchats. They don't, as far as I know, eat berries at all, preferring high protein food, especially worms, though they'll eat breadcrumbs and seeds if pushed. American robins are the same genus as thrushes, blackbirds etc. The first settlers saw them and considered they resembled European robins, mostly because of the red breast, but also because they were quite bold and confiding towards humans, I think. They are indeed exacting and insistent little buggers; French ones may be a little more polite than British ones, on account of how at one time being too forward with humans here might have meant you finished up as pâté.

Michelle said...

Gorgeous, Lucy. I'm sure WCW would have approved ...