I’ve been posting about heart wrenching, horrible things this week. Documenting man’s inhumanity to man exacts a psychic toll on both writer and reader. So here’s a bit of a change.
A juvenile robin was eating lunch on my patio yesterday at the same time I was. Although nearly full-sized, his feathers are still downy. For the better part of 30 minutes he remained in the vicinity, making squeaky noises.
Repeatedly, an adult robin foraged for food and then brought it directly to him. A bit like a restaurant delivery service :-)
Ahhh .. very sweet!
Lovely! A happy bit!