Wednesday, May 9, 2012

R IS FOR ROBIN — THE GUY WHO WON'T QUIT

Fog edged into town,
obscuring the city lights.
Preface to long rain.

But before that rain happened, there was a Robin. Singing.

At 1:00 a.m. And 2 a.m. And 3 a.m.

I thought Robins were supposed to sing only around sunrise.

Perhaps there is so much light pollution in our city, he was legitimately confused.

Poor bird.

Poor people who have to live with all this light pollution.

18 comments:

Helen said...

Come visit us in Bend ..........

Sue H said...

We have more of a problem with blackbirds! Beautiful song - but not at 3am, come Summer!

(Light-pollution doesn't affect us where we live!)

Diana said...

I'm sorry Bear!! That is funny though as I have a bird or two here that sing in the middle of the night too. I was just wondering early this morning (about 1:00a.m.) on one of my old people bathroom runs, why the heck are those birds singing now?!!
Maybe there inner clocks are off or maybe they are EXTREMELY happy. Whatever the case, I hope it didn't keep you awake! Love Di ♥

ReformingGeek said...

Bear eat robin for snack.

Sigh.

:)

Amanda said...

did you write that haiku r-bear? (i presume it is a haiku?) simply lovely words.

and yes, poor confused robin. i often hear birds in the deep of night and wonder what they are trying to say.

Jackie said...

Peacefulness is so much more precious the older I get.
It is a gift at any age, but the older I get, the more quietness I enjoy (except for the birds. I enjoy them any time.)

Irene said...

Poor thing. He probably thinks he is singing his heart out for your entertainment. Poor confused bird. Can't you knock some of those street lights out?

The Blog Fodder said...

Our cuckoo is supposed to start at dawn also but I heard him the other night at 2:00 am and we certainly have NO light pollution. Maybe they are just overjoyed with it all and can't help singing their little hearts out?

Rob Z Tobor said...

I have to say I love your slightly maverick A to Z, working at your own speed and quietly heading towards Z.

I will remember your blog next year when I am feeling under pressure and working my way through the letters.

Well done and all the very best getting to Z.

kj said...

this is a sweet tweet, rob (in) bear. hee hee

i am trying to imagine hearing a bird or two or three in the middle of the night. i might like it.....


kj

About Last Weekend said...

Good old Robin. Those first lines are poetry.

Inger said...

Sweet Robins, but what are you doing up at those hours? I guess your hibernation must be over for now.
Samson says thanks for visiting. He's well now, but he had to get snipped.

Rob-bear said...

® Helen: Love to come for a visit. But do you think the folks, and the birds, could Bear my presence?

® Sue H: Welcome to Bear's main blog. Thanks for visiting.
Robins, Blackbirds, whatever. Love their enthusiasm! (Fortunately I can sleep through it; others cannot.)

® Diana: Extremely happy! Sounds good to me.

® ReformingGeek: No Robin snacks. They're too fast for me to catch. Unless I walked around with my mouth open all the time. But if I did that, I'd be more likely to catch bees, and hornets, and other things that would sting my mouth. I don't want that.
Surely, Reffie, you understand.

Rob-bear said...

® Amanda: Bear wrote the haiku. Bear is trying to learn a new skill. Some say very trying.
There's just no explaining Robin behaviour. It's just nice to hear the enthusiasm.

® Jackie: Peacefulness. Yes!

® Irene: Confused bird, indeed. But I can't knock out street lights. Some kind of law against damage to public property. They can't Bear to have bad things happen to lights.

® Blog Fodder: Sure; I think it's joy! Or turf protection.

Rob-bear said...

® Rob Z Tobor: Thanks for dropping by. Glad to supply encouragement — it's all free. And may be worth exactly what you paid for it (though I honestly think it is worth more). Happy blogging!

® kj: I think you're confused; tweets happen on Twitter. This is a blog. Courtesy of Blogger.
Rob (in) Bear — that's cute. I'll use it sometime. Thanks.
Hearing birds in the middle of the night is quite refreshing and relaxing.Only a little puzzling.

Rob-bear said...

® About Last Weekend: Jody, that poetry is a short attempt at haiku. My wife is learning to create haiku, and using that for a series of poems and pictures. I help her with some of that, and won't compete with her. The only place I use it is in my blogs.

® Inger: Hibernation (such as it was) is long over. Time to fatten up for my next big sleep.
Glad samson is OK. I left him a note at the end of his part two. I'm sure he survived physically; his dignity, not so sure. Considering he's been snipped.

Lydia said...

Light pollution is one of the most depressing things we have done to our environment. And it cannot be argued that it is not man-made. No one is saying: "Well, the earth has always gone through these cycles, and....blah, blah, blah"

Poor little bird. :>

Rob-bear said...

® Lydia: We had a beautiful display of the Northern Lights earlier this year. Badly spoiled by the light pollution. Sigh. Shrug. The "benefits" of modernity.