Remember my friend Marianne's robin from last time? Here's an update.
I love this time of day when everything seems still, no one is out, and I
watch the birds flying from tree to tree and the gentle breezes
ruffling the downy heads of the dandelions that have grown ancient.
Everything seems so peaceful. I was sitting on my glider just communing
with the universe, when all at once, guess who appeared! The robin! Flew
to the fig tree which I had just prayed over (will explain another
time) and then turned its head and looked at me, warbling something.
Then it flew to the fence, faced my direction, hopped along the fence
for a while, looked at me once more, flew to the roof of the duplex in
the back which I faced and surveyed me from the roof. I just came in and
the robin flew away. Weird, isn't it?