We shall have snow
And what will poor Robin do then poor thing?
He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm
And hide his head under his wing poor thing.
(Childrens nursery rhyme )
A few pictures of Robins that I have drawn. A few poems I have found.
Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth forlorn,
His God-like forehead by the mock crown torn,
A little bird took from that crown one thorn.
To soothe the dear Redeemer's throbbing head,
That bird did what she could; His blood, 'tis said,
Down dropping, dyed her tender bosom red.
Since then no wanton boy disturbs her nest;
Weasel nor wild cat will her young molest;
All sacred deem the bird of ruddy breast.
--from The Redbreast--A Breton Legend, in "English Lyrics"
I think everyone is familiar with the English Robin he appears on many Christmas cards, probably due to the legend above.
The little chap below was one of the first birds I saw when I went to England. He came only once that I saw and I got his picture. Robins are very tame birds, very easy to make friends with and so anyone who has them visit is very fortunate.
I am entering my Robins in Just add water silly..........thank you for allowing me to share