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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
I'm not going to check the WCW - I love this!
ReplyDeleteIt must be a French robin. British robins never ask nicely; they insist, then engage you with a critical eye as you do the necessary.
ReplyDeleteCrumbs to lovely birds. An excellent investment.
ReplyDeleteoh excellent, I like the original poem and I like what you've done with it too. Lovely robin photos
ReplyDeletevideo very peaceful
ReplyDeleteyour effort paid off in end no pain no gain
don't give up on it
Oh that did make me smile - the original is a fave and I might just print yours out for my board of jollification!
ReplyDeleteLovely take on the original poem and a beautiful bird.
ReplyDeleteHow enchanting - thank you.
ReplyDeleteHow impossible to turn down such a colorful and happy mendicant.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteLucy, 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.
ReplyDeleteLook 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.
That robin looks so sweet, so sprightly; and you frame him so nicely. I love your homage!
ReplyDeleteShortly 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.
ReplyDeleteYou've reminded me I need to get a new birdfeeder up.
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?
ReplyDeleteThanks, 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!
ReplyDeleteEuropean 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.
Gorgeous, Lucy. I'm sure WCW would have approved ...
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