WHEN THE RED, RED, ROBINS COME BOB-BOB-BOBBING ALONG!
After a multitude of years spent mowing lawns, I finally realized that the first creatures to show up and admire my master mowing skills are the many robins who reside in the many trees surrounding the back yard.
My father, who was an avid fisherman, said it was because the vibrations of the mower brought the earthworms to the surface. It’s as good an explanation as any other reason as any other I’ve heard. And after the last tall blade of grass had been mowed down, I set my easy lawn chair up in the shade of the cedar trees to rest with my noble canine companion and await the arrival of my red breasted friends with my long lens camera. (Not to worry, the only birds that Renee chases are the annoying, noisy grackles. And that’s because they often chase her.)