Robins. Is there a creature on Earth with more enthusiasm for life?
They started chirping in my neighbourhood at four this morning, a solid two hours before dawn and with dripping leaves proof of a heavy rainfall. But there they were, singing away.
As soon as there’s daylight, I’ll see them hunting worms and nesting sites with equal eagerness, and they’ll still be chirping.
I’ve been pondering this thing they have for singing all the time and I’ve concluded that robins don’t overthink. The worms are a matter of life and death, sure. Nest building plays its part in survival of the species, absolutely. So the robins do those things well enough.
And then they sing. It’s not more complicated than that.
Here’s wishing us all enough worms, a safe nest, and a song!