Robin Red Sunlit

A robin surprised me in the garden this morning: surprised, that is, by the quiet presence on the fence in bright hot sunlight; surprised by attentive watchfulness and ease in human company; surprised, too, by the bedraggled plumage – elderly looking even. It was as though the tiny bird was looking forward to sharper, frosty mornings – the kind that make you sit up straight, fluff up your feathers and pay attention. And something primal in me isn’t surprised that the robin’s being here, with me, has been a comfort. Something to smile about – all day, and on into the evening too. Robin Red Sunlit, I’ll be looking out for you 🙂