Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
I found your name and email address listed in the Edmonton Bird Society directory.
I know the robin is one of the most melodic of the thrush family and that I should be overwhelmed by the bird’s ode to joy, but why, I wonder, can’t the robin sing at a more decent hour, when people are already up and about?
And why can’t I have a hermit thrush instead? From its name, I assume that it’s a solitary bird—one that would be unlikely to trumpet its love songs at 4:30 a.m.
I’m not one to complain and do nothing, so this morning I've been pondering solutions. What about a line of breadcrumbs from my back yard to the neighbor’s—the one who releases her yappy, rodent-sized dogs at precisely 6:30 a.m. Why not let my robin bugle her awake?
And, what, you might be wondering, do you have to do with all of this? A bit of advice, please. What type of bread crumbs should I use: plain, garlic or arsenic-laced?
dark clouds –
a robin gulps
the last raspberry
Note: Revision of a haibun previously published in Frogpond 33:3, Winter 2010.