The 4:30 p.m. lesson has ended. Now the juvenile robin sits
quietly in the sunlit lower branches of the catalpa tree waiting for its next
instruction. Every so often it sharpens its beak on the limb beneath it.
Earlier, on the grass outside my bedroom window, the young
robin stood observing its father. The older robin cocked its head to the side
listening and then jabbed at the damp grass to pull out a fat worm. The younger
robin squawked expectantly, until its father broke the worm up into smaller
pieces that it could place in its offspring’s gaping mouth.
A quick snap. I didn't want to disturb her.
Directly across from the catalpa, a female robin has chosen
the downspout against our house to construct a beautiful nest for her three
cyan coloured eggs. For several mornings, she gathered and arranged twigs, mud
and grasses—using her breast to firmly press these bits and pieces down. Amazing!
She knows that you need the correct ratio of wet/dry materials to build a
proper nest. I noticed that she has even woven in a pretty piece of baby blue
plastic. Although she is more exposed than if she had nested in a tree, I think
she has chosen wisely. It was quite blustery before dawn this morning and her
nest weathered it well.
Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here in the suburbs. But
then I remember that like the robin who built her fine nest beneath the eaves, I also chose this house. Where the yard is green and peaceful, the leaves on
the tall trees tremble, and the peonies and lilacs smell sweet in the spring.
This house made of brick where I felt at home and safe enough to bring my own
child into this world.
The vocal arrangement of the Singers Unlimited a cappella cover of Joni
Mitchell’s “I Don’t Know Where I Stand” is exquisite. (You can find it on this mix around the 52:48 mark.) Please, put on headphones, close your eyes and just listen.
It’s like falling in love—so fluid. Your heart may beat a little faster and you
may experience a tingling sensation that, like a warm and shimmering wave,
extends to your fingertips and toes.
My sincere thanks to dear Siba for sharing this song in the lovely mix that you didn’t know would be your last. x