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Sometimes what I do is fun.....

When the Red Red Robin Comes Bob Bob Bobbin...

The other day I stopped by the landlord's to drop off the rent check. Sitting on their front porch was a very fat and fine robin who didn't seem at all afeared of my encroaching presence. Anytime of the year this would be unusual, but more so since this was an extremely cold day in early February.

The robin finally flew away but perched close by in a wisteria bush. I commented to Patti that there was a big old fat robin hanging out on her porch. She responded that "Dad's back." I didn't have time to hear out her story, but I'm assumed the robin was the re-incarnated spirit of her long-departed father.

As I turned to leave and stepped off the porch. I spied a frozen, dead bird laying in the pathway. Amazed that I hadn't seen it when I walked up to the house, I felt a keen sense of loss for the watchful robin.

I'm not so sure that the waiting robin was the reincarnated spirit of some long-lost father. But rather, a grieving spouse of a deceased robin. Now I'm no ornithologist or psychic, but it struck me eerily to be that way.