The Daily Bucket: Good for the Hawk, Bad for the Robin.

Trigger warning for sadness. The sun shown through the russet and tawny and cream of what seemed to be a feathered explosion in the robin’s nest.  I watched from a few feet away, with only enough time to lift a hand. Two Robin sentinels sped to the scene but the hawk’s powerful wingstrokes carried it, with…

The Daily Bucket–The Robins Persist

But just a day or two after Billy Heron, the patriarch of my back yard gardens and ponds left, Cocky Robin brushed aside the murmured objections from the littler birds, and mounted the Sacred Roof Arch for his own announcement. “Listen up!  When Billy Heron’s gone, Cocky Robin is the maximum Boss! Capeesh? All of…