Happy Earth Day Earthlings!
I would like to have written that my morning stroll took in Mother Earth’s finest offerings, but instead I am writing this post between sneezes and eyes and nose running from Spring allergies. The gusty winds these past few days have scattered the pollen here, there and everywhere. I have had to endure the wrath of the pollen onslaught for the brief time periods I’ve spent outside, this despite some 40 years of allergy shots.
Those who read my posts regularly, know I normally excel at reducing my carbon footprint. I walk as much as I can and don’t fill my gas tank on ozone action days … well, actually I only fill my gas tank once a season (whether it needs it or not), so Mother Nature usually gives me a gold star at the end of the year. Since I got my new car battery I’ve been trying to drive the car a wee bit more and am now becoming precariously close to being neck-in-neck with my walking miles. Well, that’s a first!
I’m no tree hugger but I embrace nature on my walks to the Park and I try to enjoy and befriend Buddy’s brethren, a/k/a those *&^% robins who have already built three nests this year, one in each of their usual places (the two coach light elbows and the platform for the side/backyard floodlight). I hung up the “no vacancy” sign, but unfortunately I don’t speak “robinese” and I guess they don’t understand English. I am trying to be tolerant with them, but the last nest, which I dragged down yesterday with my corn broom, was quite the work of art. It was fashioned with tinsel, twigs, bellybutton lint and molded with mud – lots of mud, that sprayed all over me and the sidewalk when I yanked it down from its snug and cozy hidey hole in the bend of the coach light under the awning, much to the chagrin of the robin who watched me, his mouth full of nest materials. While I grumbled to myself, he dropped his nest fixin’s to chatter back at me.
“We are all God’s creatures” will have to be my mantra going forward, and I shall keep repeating it to myself, or else I will surely swat those robin redbreasts with that broom the next time I see them lined up on the fence scowling at me.