It is spring, and all the frogs and fruit trees and feathered friends are fertile. And they are noisy about it, honestly. Proud almost. Singing. Strutting. Making their lush, ready presence known.
At my parents’ house, in the country, it is truly an all creatures great and small situation. Just today, I’ve seen an osprey, a bald eagle, muskrats, wood ducks and a dozen squirrels who are the size of small bears, thanks to my dad’s bird seed.
Meanwhile, there is a very insistent robin who is looking for a place to nest. And she has decided that maybe it should be … well … inside. She comes to the window each morning by about 5:45 and knocks, flaps her wings, kicks up a fuss. I mean, who can blame her? But she’s a bird, so we call out gently, There’s a tree! There’s a protected terra cotta pot! How about there??
What if we just opened the doors and windows instead? What if we let her in? What if we let them all in?
Haiku 20
April 20
Tapping on the pane –
am I welcome? Is there room?
The robin wants in






