Every year our American Robins migrate south for the winter, and the next year I’m always pleased to see the first one of the year!
My hubby says that I’m easily surprised, and , really, they do re-appear every year, so why does it make me happy to see them?
I guess most of it is the knowledge that Spring is surely close behind, and Winter has gotten to be pretty miserable by this time of year. It’s also a reminder of the mysterious ways that the creatures we share the planet with continue to do what they do, ignoring people and getting ready for the renewal of Spring.
Robins are such a familiar sight here in the Appalachian mountains that most people don’t pay much attention to them. I’ve been fascinated with birds for many years, and love to watch them hop around in the grass searching for insects.
In looking for more information about our native Robins, I found some interesting facts. You may have noticed that if you’re our mowing your lawn, the local Robins will be darned close behind, looking for easy pickings in the bug population. They actually much prefer your lawn to be short and regularly mown, as it’s easier for them to capture their prey!
Another interesting study I read about showed a clear correlation between the Robins migrating out in the Fall and the rise in West Nile Virus in humans just after. Apparently the mosquitoes that carry the virus can’t feed on the birds and so switch to humans, speeding up the rate of infection in humans!
Here’s a funny Robin fact for you; a group of Robins is called a “worm”!
That warm reddish orange breast, cheerful song and their appearance when winter’s starting to lose ground to warmer weather makes them my early spring favorite. They’re a member of the thrush family, all of which seem to have pretty songs, and apparently only live for a couple of years in the wild. They have the prettiest sky-blue eggs, too…
And in case you didn’t realize it, the European settlers named our American Robin after the English Robin, who’s actually in the flycatcher family and acts nothing like ours!
Robins like to live in open woodlands and urban areas. In the Deep South, they’ll be found near big shade trees surrounded by lawns.
If you want Robins in your yard, make sure not to treat your lawn with insecticides – when you do that, you create a virtual ‘food desert’, and they’ll not bother to stay once they realize there’s nothing to eat there!
What If you could have your genes custom modified? What would you change about yourself and why?
I’d seriously consider getting spliced with a leopard or jaguar!
Think of how your senses would change – how much more intense the scents around you would become, how different lighting would be and how much more information your brain would suddenly have to process!😘
If I were part jaguar, I’d be a lot more muscular, and probably grow a fur coat. I wouldn’t care much to be out in the bright daylight, and would much prefer fresh meat to cooked anything! I wonder how regular humans would react to someone so different, and I think most would be uncomfortable with the whole idea. But really – Why? Are humans still that insecure that they can’t share the planet? If you look around you, you know it’s at least partially true.
In the future, will we be able to change the color of our skin, our eyes and hair? Will we be able to grow our own replacement organs, so donation would disappear? Why not? What if it was commonplace to change your entire outward appearance, your internal biology, and how would it change society?
We humans are so visually oriented, and so judgmental, that it would be impossible for most people to come to grips with such a thing.
What kind of person would choose this course (besides me)? What would the motivation be, to make such a radical change in your physical self? How would your family react, and your neighbors? Your co-workers?
My birds wouldn’t be at all comfy around me, my sugar gliders would completely freak out, and imagine the dogs and the horses!
So my husband came down with a really bad head cold last week and has given it to our son. Eek! I’ve been avoiding them as much as I can in this big house!
On the positive side, the last three days I’ve been able to watch a pair of Downy Woodpeckers at the feeders, and I always seen to forget just how gorgeous that black and white plumage is! They’re not very big, so the Titmice keep trying to chase them off, and the hen is a lot more shy than her mate. She seems to fly for cover at the least little disturbance , while he busies himself at the suet block with a real nonchalance!
The sunrise this morning was gorgeous, smears of rosy pink against a lavender grey background, hopefully that means we’ll see the sun today.
I moved my daddy budgie in with the young ones yesterday, he seemed pretty lonesome now that mommy bird passed away. They are so funny when they scold each other! He tried really hard to pretend he didn’t want to be held, but honestly I’ve been bitten by ants that hurt a lot worse. He wasn’t making much effort, not even closing his beak!
Here’s a look at three of the babies:
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton