Thursday, July 24, 2008

When I grow up I want to be...


...a robin!

6 Comments:

Blogger Jim Murdoch said...

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.

Thu Jul 24, 09:45:00 am  
Blogger Gondal-girl said...

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....

Thu Jul 24, 09:50:00 am  
Blogger Clare Dudman said...

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.

Thu Jul 24, 09:58:00 am  
Blogger Gondal-girl said...

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

Thu Jul 24, 11:00:00 am  
Blogger stu said...

What, small, psychotic and inclined to fight to the death over who owns the ten square feet of garden around the garden fork?

Thu Jul 24, 09:43:00 pm  
Blogger aliholli said...

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.

Fri Jul 25, 11:59:00 pm  

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