Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The bird that wouldn't speak a peep

A baby Robin, Marash Boy said.  A robin? At the foot of our porch stairs?  It won't move. It won't peep.  I think the heat has gotten to it.  The second time in two weeks Marash Boy had seen this phenomenon on Maple Avenue. . .  Let's bring it some water; maybe it will revive.

It didn't.


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    1. I saw the same in front of my house. The heat wave must be doing them in. M.P.

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    1. It disappeared before I could gather the shovel to bury it! The neighbor's cat, perhaps? Or our neighborhood coyote? Nary a feather was left! Poor little robin . . .