The Robin


Except within poetic pale    I have not found a nightingale, Nor hearkened in a dusky vale    To song and silence blending; No stock-dove have I ever heard, Nor listened to a cuckoo-bird,    Nor seen a lark ascending. But I have felt a pulse-beat start    Because a robin, spending The utmost of his simple art Some of his pleasure to impart    While twilight came descending, Has found an answer in my heart,    A sudden comprehending.


by Witter Bynner


Sometimes it is the simple things, not the exotic that touch us. Go out into nature and look for a simple thing. You will be surprised at how amazing it is.

For more on birds and bird photographs, see also:


https://www.heathersimonds.com/blog/life-on-the-ground-floor-backyard-birds-from-a-lowly-perch


https://www.heathersimonds.com/blog/raving-about-ravens


https://www.heathersimonds.com/blog/siberian-boys-pigeons


https://www.heathersimonds.com/blog/creatures-great-and-small-glenbow-ranch-park




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American Robins

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American Robin

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