Redbreast

Discovered nestled into a convenient corner of our tractor rake.  Mama Robin watched from a nearby tree and made sure I knew that she didn’t want me to hurt her unhatched babies.  I spoke soothingly back to her, letting her know I only wanted to marvel at her good work.  Even birds know the value of unborn life.

Robin's Nest 

Robin's Nest

Robin's Nest

Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth forlorn, His God-like forehead by the mock crown torn, A little bird took from that crown one thorn. To soothe the dear Redeemer’s throbbing head, That bird did what she could; His blood, ’tis said, Down dropping, dyed her tender bosom red. Since then no wanton boy disturbs her nest; Weasel nor wild cat will her young molest; All sacred deem the bird of ruddy breast. – “The Redbreast”