Read by Matilda Longbottom

Ah, the robins, with their puffed-out chests and adorable strut, embody the heralds of Spring. But behind their charm lies a mischievous streak that tests the patience of even the most ardent admirer of the season’s awakening.

As they scour for plump garden worms, these avian bandits wreak havoc on my carefully tended garden beds, leaving behind a trail of spiraled holes amidst the layers of protective hay mulch. It’s as if they’re auditioning for a job in a local drilling company, exchanging their services for juicy worms while disregarding the sanctity of my garden soil.

One particular encounter with a robin, however, shifted my perspective. During a visit to Nashville in April 2018, I found myself inadvertently intruding upon a nesting robin as I opened the kitchen blinds. The sudden movement startled both of us, revealing a delicate nest cradling four vibrant blue eggs. Despite the initial shock, I found myself drawn to the intimate spectacle unfolding before me.

Over the ensuing days, I became a silent observer to the intricate dance of parenthood as the robin couple tended to their brood. Witnessing the eggs hatch and the nestlings grow under the watchful eyes of their devoted parents stirred a newfound appreciation within me.

The daily routine of feeding and nurturing, though challenging at times, offered glimpses of nature’s resilience and beauty. And when the time came for the fledglings to leave the nest, a bittersweet emptiness lingered—a poignant reminder of the transient nature of life.

Despite my lingering reservations about their antics in my garden, the experience softened my stance towards these feathered neighbors. Perhaps by sharing tales of their Tennessee cousins, I can bridge the gap between us, finding common ground amidst our differences. ❖

About the Author: Melanie Files is a retired high-school science teacher with a passion for nurturing young minds and cultivating gardens. Transitioning from teaching ninth graders to sharing her knowledge of composting and gardening with a wider audience, Melanie finds joy in writing short pieces that celebrate the wonders of nature. Residing in Martinsburg, West Virginia, Melanie continues to explore the intersection of science and creativity while tending to her beloved garden oasis.