Turdus migratorius – a tragedy in seventeen syllables

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  • Harbinger of spring
    Red breast reflecting sunlight
    Lies dead in the road

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    This is a true story. Really. A few days ago I chatted with a clerk about the warming weather. We agreed the robins weren’t back yet, but with cranes on the marsh and geese flying north it wouldn’t be long now. Yesterday I saw a flock of blackbirds wheeling over the field, but no robins.

    Today, as I headed west on a country road, I saw my first robin — dead. Several others were on the south-facing slope, hopping about, looking for the early worms.

    I guess nobody told it to beware.

    Posted in Farm Almanac

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