The Fable of Mama and Papa Robin

 Dawn brings the song a robin sings.  Years and years of springs, feathery lives awaken to praise the new day.

A dear little robin pair set about building their home out of twigs and strings.  A nest for their robin babies.  They settled on a cozy place, snug on a branch near a window sill two stories up in a farm house.  They’ve been here in past springs, and somehow managed to find one another again this year.

📸 see #1 image below

Mama Robin was singing with delight, “A home!  A home!”  Papa Robin scurried about fitting in all the final necessary twists and turns of the material.

📸 JillWellington on pixabay

Nest completed, Mama Robin situated herself into the center.  Each day she would lay an egg - a marvelous bright blue tiny shell.  After three days, no more eggs were due, and she and Papa Robin took turns tending to keep them warm and snug. 

Alas, two weeks later - a crack!  Peck - crack - peck - crack.  All a flutter, the Robin family sang with delight!  A baby robin appeared from a cracked bright blue tiny shell, all wrinkly and ruffled.  In time the other two pecked and cracked their way through into the wonderful new world.  No more cozy eggshells to curl up inside.  It was time to be fed!

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It seemed to Mama and Papa Robin it was always time to be fed!  But they did their parental duties and faithfully took turns to feed their little family and teach them how to use their wings and do other things.

Yes, the days flew by, the young peeps grew and started stirring about, anxious to see more of the world beyond the nest.  They learned much from Mama and Papa Robin.

One day the oldest bird asked Mama and Papa Robin, “Can I go now?  Can I fly away to see the world?”

With a tear in her eye, Mama Robin replied to him, “Yes my sweet little peep.  You must learn what destiny this world has for you.  Your Papa and I have shown you many places to get good grub and how to avoid danger.”

Papa Robin, holding back his own tears, said, “Yes son.  You may go and live your life in freedom.  Your brother and sister peeps will also fly their own paths soon.”

“Thank you mama.  Thank you papa,” smiled the eldest peep.  “I shall miss you both and will always remember what you have taught me.  May your tomorrows be bright and filled with light."  He added,  "Take care little ones,” to his brother and sister.  Then he flew away to find his new adventures, his new life. 

Mama and Papa sang sweet tunes of farewell, but also sang of joy for their other two peeps, who were growing strong and soon would each venture off into their own new worlds.

The two younger ones, delighted to hear their parents, sang along, praising the day.  And life moved forward.

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Moral of the story:  Life is always moving forward.  Sing over the sorrows, but always sing for the joys.  We are here to teach, guide, and let go. Trust. Hope.                  Theresa M 

📸 #1 image on Flickr from "Birds of Eastern Canada", pg 287, yr 1919; Internet Archive Book Images.

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