Woke up this morning, saw this robin’s nest under our upper deck and immediately began singing along with Bob Marley “Three Little Birds.” Its message is very clear. “Don’t worry about a thing, Cause every little thing is going to be all right.” I have always loved that old song, and was especially glad to be humming it as the head of my country went overseas and seems to have solved Brexit all by himself! Oh and his son-in-law has found a way for lasting peace for the Palestinians and the Israelis! And a tax on imports from Mexico will solve the humanitarian crisis at our Southern border! As you know, I have rarely commented on the political insanity of the United States, but the series of news items risked putting me over the edge.
Thank goodness the robins are oblivious and decided, for the first time, to nest in a spot I see as I walk out the back door. The nest to the right is empty, but the one on the left has three thriving and always hungry babies. They are watched over by a fierce robin, a phrase I would have called an oxymoron before witnessing this adult. The bird has even dive bombed my grandson who got too close to the nest trying to talk to the babies. So no matter how misguided my president is at the moment, one robin knows exactly how to take care of those under her. I wish my Commander in Chief knew as much!