Hello Robin, Hello Faddah

If a bird can have bed head, this little guy had it in spades. Feathers were sticking straight out on both sides. He bounced around on the grass behind his mom as she picked up bugs and stray seeds. She kept trying to ignore him but he was insistent, staying right on her tail and shouting, loudly. “Feedmefeedmefeedme! Peep!” His front was gray and white and downy, his mom was wearing full robin red colors. She hopped up on the dividing wall and he shouted some more, loudly, until she dropped back on to the grass, giving in and feeding him. Breakfast delivered, she flew up into the neighbor’s tree and waited for him to join her. When I looked back outside, the repeated cheeping had stopped and they were both gone. They must have gone back to the nest to get his day pack, a swimsuit and towel and snacks inside, and then headed to meet the day camp bus.

All the counselors hate the waiters,
And the lake has alligators!
And the head coach wants no sissies,
So he reads to us from something called ‘Ulysses’.

–Spike Jones, Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah (Real Audio)

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