When I grow up I want to be...
...a robin!
posted by Clare Dudman at 7:54 am
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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6 Comments:
When I was young there used to be a robin that came every year to our doorstep where my mother fed it by hand and then one year it didn't come any more. I guess robins don't live that long. You might want to think about that.
Oh how lovely - I always think of The Secret Garden when I see a Robin ( have only seen one once and that was in the UK) though I have recently discovered there are Robins in Australia, though with yellow breasts instead of red....
Sweet tale about your mother, Jim. Yes, I guess most animals don't live that long. It is something that I've thought a bit about already - the faster their heartbeat, the shorter their life. Each life has its own metronome, and no one knows when theirs will stop.
A yellow-breasted robin, GG! A strange idea, to me - but I am sure it is just as pretty.
yet I have not seen one - down in Tasmania I think - I don't know what it is about English wildlife, it just gets me so excited about how cute it is - exotic appeal
What, small, psychotic and inclined to fight to the death over who owns the ten square feet of garden around the garden fork?
Clare! check out my latest blog entry!!!Ive just used the "add a video" button! We were all Bill Oddies for several weeks as we watched our little family of robins hatch out and eventually flee the nest. Amazing.
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