Poor Thing

[poliphilo]

There's a frost on the ground. So the first thing I did this morning was renew the food in the bird feeders.

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
Poor thing.
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.

Which makes me think of Mary Poppins and how it's no longer permitted to feed the birds in Trafalgar Square.

Why, what harm did it really do? The birds messed up the monuments (so what?) but children loved being at the centre of a fury of wings, with birds perching on their shoulders, their heads....

Mayor Livingston is a good thing in some respects, but in this he's a kill-joy.

Comments

[karenkay.livejournal.com]

She's a liar. Austin is famous for its bats, and I've gone to watch them go out to feed. Hordes of bats fly furiously out from under the bridge straight into the woods--but every once in a while, one will fly straight into a tree.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to know that some bats run into trees.

I'll never regret missing out on that particular surreal experience again!

Bats in my hair, squeaking!