In late May just when I thought that I would never see or hear him again, there he was on the power line above my truck, the Rogue Sigma Robin. Arriving in late spring near early summer, fashionably late to the migration party after everyone is all settled in on their second brood!
All summer, I heard him moving through our neighborhood, never spending more than a few days in a single location. I’ve never seen him with a partner , mate or a nest. I’m not sure if he’s louder because he’s hard of hearing, confident or exuberant of his role; but the Yank and Dixie nesting pairs all seem to chat with him on arrival, getting louder and more emphatic when they do. It’s almost as if he’s the “Clan Cryer” who spreads the news, current conditions and trends. The Yank and Dixie robins both report to him.
Most robins are gone now. I’m not sure when Sigma left but the others left in two batches on the two nor’easters’ southerly winds in August and less than a month ago. The only Robins who stayed until September hatched late bumper broods, then fledged and taught them to fly.
There is one lone yank spotted robin left that I see and hear, from time to time, who likes to watch me reset my planters. His spots are nearly gone and he can fly quite well. He always seems to be looking for other robins, never finding any that I can see, always alone. Although being a Yank, he may stay around all winter once he finds the Yank Clan. He’s the only one I see eating some late cherries and berries.
I edited and shortened this old parable to honor him, adapted from “The Defiant Young Sparrow.”
The Non-Conforming Robin
Once upon a time, there was a defiant young robin who decided not to fly south for the winter, despite his family and friends’ reasoning and pleas.
He had fun for a while socializing with other birds, their families and friends who never migrate south. But, unable to stay warm soon after the weather turned cold, the young robin changed his mind and reluctantly started to fly south.
After a short time flying, ice began to form on his wings and he fell to earth in a barnyard almost frozen. Numb and fearing the end, he lay his head down accepting his consequences. Just then, a cow passed by and crapped on the discouraged little bird.
Now certain of his fate, he choked on his last stinking breaths. To his surprise, the manure quickly warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and happy, feeling saved, the little robin began to sing exuberantly! Hearing the chirping, a hungry Tom cat came by and cleared away the manure, then promptly ate him.
There are three morals to this parable:
1. Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
2. Everyone who gets you out of a pile of shit is not necessarily your friend.
3. If you are warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.
and possibly;
4. Sometimes, traditions can save you trouble and be good advice. Learn vicariously, listen to your Elders.
5. There can be safety in numbers.
6. Avoid celebrating too soon, stay focused on the goal. Never give up !