Yesterday for the first time in this new year, a lone American robin came to visit my rooftop garden and he can be seen in the picture atop this entry.
I think I'm right in believing that the robin who visited my garden was a male. All the materials I've read on the subject of a robin's gender support my belief. I've learned that the breast on male robins is a rusty red, which is certainly the case with my visitor.
Upon seeing this bird type making himself at home at my place, I found myself wondering if he was a robin who has visited me in the past or a newcomer. As I just said, it was the first visit by a robin in this year of 2019.
The incident caused me to think of a poem by Emily Dickinson, which is about her first encounter of a robin in a given new year. I referenced Dickinson's poem in my June 4th 2016 blog post, but am posting it here (although I don't feel the same way as Dickinson did re the arrival of robins) again in honor of the first presence of a robin to my place in 2019.
"I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I'm accustomed to Him grown,
He hurts a little, though—
"I thought If I could only live
Till that first Shout got by—
Not all Pianos in the Woods
Had power to mangle me—
"I dared not meet the Daffodils—
For fear their Yellow Gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own—
"I wished the Grass would hurry—
So—when 'twas time to see—
He'd be too tall, the tallest one
Could stretch—to look at me—
"I could not bear the Bees should come,
I wished they'd stay away
In those dim countries where they go,
What word had they, for me?
"They're here, though; not a creature failed—
No Blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me—
The Queen of Calvary—
"Each one salutes me, as he goes,
And I, my childish Plumes,
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their unthinking Drums—"
In the aforementioned entry I stated "Dickinson's work reminds me of Sylvia Plath's poem re tulips (you may refer to this poem by clicking here). In any event, while at times I've felt the despair that both of these writers have expressed, I have been able to be consoled by the sight of flowers, including tulips; and I've been comforted by seeing (all) birds; including robins."
Btw, the blog post I've been referencing was published a few years before the publication of my three volume book series, Words In Our Beak, whose goal is to open readers to a simple understanding of the winged world and their environment.
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Set in a rooftop urban garden (mine) in New York City, my story is told in the voice of Cam, a female cardinal, who visits it. Words In Our Beak is directed to children and adults who are curious about birds, and want to learn about them from a unique perspective. The books include hundreds of images of flora and fauna, links to movies, as well as to informative narratives that have been created by yours truly. Volume three includes the antics of American robins.
In any event, the lone American robin who visited my place yesterday is not the first robin, I've seen in the year of 2019, he's just the first robin to visit here. The ones I've seen have been in Central Park and the following two pictures were taken there on two separate days on a cold but sunny in February.
I certainly hope to see more robins in the park and my garden as we head toward spring and beyond.
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