As the dogs and I completed our morning walk the other day, we rounded the curve at the big maple tree, and came upon a flock of robins – at least twenty. They looked mostly young, and they were sitting on roots, and low shrubs. In the manner of a Professor addressing his class, was what appeared to be a much older Robin, sitting on the ground, addressing the youth around him. Some of the young robins were fluttering at each other – typical kids!
I caught all of this at a glance. I told the dogs to wait, and the three of us stopped to see what would happen next.
The Professor Robin gave a sharp chirrup, and the robins got quiet. He started to speak. It sounded like he was telling them about the long journey south, and what they would need to do to prepare. Some of the young robins still had spots on their chest. He flew up and then back down. He kept chirruping, and flapping his wings. And then, as he turned to look around, he spotted the dogs and me. He let out a squawk, and all the robins took off.
I was laughing at the remarkable resemblance to our school system that I saw in the Robin Academy. I even thought how Professor Robin looked like the Dean of the English Department in university.
It was a fun morning, to see how robins prepare their young. I am grateful for the experience.
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