The Wee Robin And I

Last spring, I was fortunate enough to follow the nesting of some robins in a tree that is next to the building where I work.
I first noticed the nest when I was out walking.
Each day I watched for signs of life.
Sure enough, one day there were small heads peering out.
I watched as the mother urged them out of the nest, and as they figured out how to live life on the ground and in the air.
This spring, I was happy to see the robins return.
I would like to think that it was the same group that were born there last year.
I have read that robins do that, return to where they were born to nest their young.
This year, I was nursing a toe injury, so I was not able to walk by the tree as much.
But I did see one tiny head pop up one day.
The next thing I knew, the babies were on the ground.
With their tufted feathers and awkward movement.
It is amazing how quickly they learn to hop and fly.
One morning, there was one small baby robin sitting beneath a tree.
He sat there in that same spot for hours.
Each time I took a break and went outside, there he was.
For a moment, I thought he might be injured.
Upon close inspection (and he let me) he seemed fine.
He was just sitting there enjoying the world.
I watched him, and found a smile in his simplicity.
There was nothing more important for him than to just sit there and
take in his surroundings.
After a few hours had gone by, one of his "nest mates" came along and they scampered off together.
It was nice to get a chance to bond with that small bird's serene simplicity.