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First Robin
I welcomed my first spring robin today,
I couldn't believe what I'd seen.
I wanted to ask him what brought him so soon,
And to find out just where he had been.
He gave me a flip of his tail and flew off,
To examine the old apple tree.
He wants to be first to stake a fair claim,
For the place that his new nest should be
Why is he such a bright early bird?
There are more than enough worms to go round.
And why did he chose my old tree for his home,
As the very best one to be found?
He won't give me an answer, I don't bother to ask,
But I watch as he busily seeks,
The best site to offer his mate when she comes,
To spend all those nice summer weeks.
Dear friend you are welome, I'll gladly abide
Your decision what e'er it may be.
Your song pays your rent, I'll not charge you a cent,
And your diet of worms shall be free.
I'll lock up the cat, whin its time for your chicks,
To take their new wings for a test.
I'm delighted and giddy and utterly charmed,
That you've chosen my tree for their nest.
Joyce Johnson
Adolescence is the age at which children stop asking questions because they know all the answers.
-Unknown-
The average minimal speed of birds in order to remain aloft in flight is reported to be about 16½ feet per second, or about 11 miles per hour.
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