The wind is howling about the place today and it reminds me of the first poem I ever learned off by heart.
The North wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
My favourite bird is the robin – little, but stout with his red bib, but fiesty! I have seen a robin set about a cat with brave ferocity. I also love their little spindly legs which, when he’s all puffed up, makes me wonder how they hold him up.
In our family we tell the children that the robin is sent from Santa to make sure that they are being good. It is always great, when a nebling is having a tantrum, to spot a robin and say, “Look! Santa’s robin is watching you!”
The sight of a robin always gives me a bit of festive warmth and so today my red-breasted chum is behind window 3 on the KB Festive Advent calendar.
Image from Internet Archive. From 1914 book, Nature neighbors, embracing birds, plants, animals, minerals