Monday, 2 February 2009
Hard work for the birds
I saw a robin today. (Above, with camera shake.) The second one this winter; and the second time it has snowed.
I don't think it's a coincidence. I think it says a lot about the work ethic of a robin.
There's the robin sitting in his little hut, having his bacon sandwich, when he sees the first snowflakes.
"B*gger me, it's snowing," he says to himself. "I'm a robin. I'd better get out there."
So the robin climbs out of his overalls, puts on his red breast, goes out in the snow and works it. He knows the best branches, he pouts for the camera, he gives it all he's got.
And then when it's over he goes back into his hut, stamps the slush off his workboots, brews himself a cup of builder's tea and sits down and reads the paper.
I'm telling you. I know all about robins.