Why I Really Like Robins !

 Robins are, to the human eye, a simple yet wonderful bird. I assume the ornithologist would consider this common species rather pedestrian. To be sure, there are plainer looking birds, as well as spectacularly beautiful birds such as the Indigo Bunting, the Cardinal, the Bald Eagle and an entire group of tropical birds with tremendous colors and plumage.

There are species of aves with songs so pleasing to the ear that their ‘voices’ are recorded and played on nature CDs, songbird clocks and animated Disney films. Among the most pleasant sounding are the Orioles, Warblers, Tanagers and Finches.

Although the Robin is categorized as a songbird, it doesn’t make the top ten list of most beautiful singers.

Even the daily life and habits of the Robin don’t create any particular awe. They show up in spring, build nests, lay and hatch eggs, raise their young, forage all summer and fall, and then leave our area for a warmer climate during the winter months. This is relatively common behavior for a pretty common bird.

So, why do I like Robins so much?

For a point of reference, I am a middle aged guy who lives in the suburbs of Kansas City. I have always lived in the suburbs. I have always been near Robins. They are a part of my collective life experience. In a sense, I have a bond with this creature. Something would be missing without this feathered friend showing up year after year- without fail. The same holds true of grey squirrels, rabbits, grass hoppers and butterflies; all which inhabit this part of the country.

Although I am not a bird expert, my appreciation for this orange-breasted, grey-feathered friend is based on a lifetime of observation and familiarity. As I have aged I have become increasingly aware of my natural surroundings, especially the living things. I have regained the childlike fascination of nature, and have become more cognizant of the precarious balance of life all around me. The qualities which endure me to these wonderful birds are as follows.

At the top of my list of reasons for Robin appreciation lies in  their commonness; their average appearance, song and behavior. Odd, but they don’t seem to do anything extraordinary! They exist and repeat the programmed patterns of their lives year after year. Of course, all of nature does this so there is a sense of assurance in watching the same behavior over and over again. And, Robins are plentiful in this section of the U.S. so there is never an absence of seeing them on a daily basis. Funny, but I don’t tire of them. I awaken to their song, and hear them tweet their last sounds each night as the sun sets.

Robins are hardy. They are among the last birds to leave the area before winter’s cold engulfs our region. They are usually the first to arrive in early spring when the temperatures fall below freezing. Due to an unusually warm winter this year, I witnessed the first group of Robins in my yard in mid-February; a month earlier than usual. There is certain toughness about this bird. She doesn’t fly off to warmer destinations at the first blast of arctic air, neither does she return when the temperature has been steadily warm. Show up early and leave late; that’s the Robin’s M.O..

Robins are happy birds! They are the first to greet each morning with chirps of joy while hunting for worms and grubs. In fact, they will awaken you before the crack of dawn if windows are open. Their voice creates a happy noise, full of optimism and contentment. As spring melds into summer, the Robins greeting remains steady and certain. They are a delight to watch as they hop and scurry about before taking to the trees.

As with most birds, spring is an especially active season as they mate and then go about the task of building their nests. Although I wouldn’t consider the Robin’s nest to be an engineering marvel, I do view their homes as strong and dependable structures, built in all manner of locations, and with a tenacity that equals that of a combat marine or fighter in the ring. They will not be deterred even if their nest is blown out of a tree. They quickly and efficiently build a second nest just in time for egg laying.

From the day the eggs are laid until the chicks emerge from their shells is typically fourteen days. I, along with my family, have had the privilege of watching the parents build the nest on a light fixture two feet from our glass door to our deck. We witnessed the three blue eggs appear, and then evolve until the day each chick hatched and began the ritual of groping for food. Mom and dad participate in the nest building process, warming of the eggs, feeding the babies, and the eventual coaxing of the healthy chicks from the nest. Proud parents they are, and very protective of their helpless fledglings. Our dogs enjoyed these special moments, but from inside the house-much to their chagrin! Another plus is the fact that Robins clean-up after themselves. Most birds leave their droppings all over the place, but adults during the nesting period actually clean the nest and surrounding area everyday.

Robins are a communal bird. They flock together to eat and rest in pairs, as well as in groups. They are generally non-aggressive, unless protecting their young or community. During times of testing they hold their ground against more aggressive species such as Blue Jays and Mockingbirds. Robins have adapted quite comfortably to people and pets, and will stay on the ground until a person approaches within a few feet…with pets they bolt a bit sooner! Fearless may not be the correct adjective, but Robins are not timid birds.

Hardy, cheerful, industrious, brave, cooperative, and charismatic is my friend, the Robin. A world without them would be like a bit of sunshine disappearing. I can’t imagine that. How wonderful it would be if we all would emulate this simple, yet astounding creature. I believe our world would be a much better place.


Some people have a song, you know? They are the sweet ones, the talented ones, the sensitive ones. Sometimes, they are even the strong ones. Their songs burst forth as the brilliant rays of a majestic sunrise peaking over the horizon. Their songs are loud and clear and, oh, so wonderful to behold.

I just listened to some songs from a Rich Mullins CD. He had a song, and he shared that song through music. The words he penned, and the melodies he created bring glory to God and cause the listener to take stock in his own life. Of course, there are all types of songs…many of them aren’t music at all. There are songs of encouragement from special people who have overcome seemingly insurmountable odds. I had a friend who lived out his song even though he was a paraplegic. He was an artist and shining star of encouragement. Others have songs that inspire through art, prose, dance and athletics. Martin Luther, and Martin Luther King had beautiful songs; similar names and similar messages, but ‘sung’ at different times and in different ways. Yes, there are many types of songs, and they are all unmistakable when seen or heard. Songs are much more than mere talent, though. The two are not to be confused.

I believe I have a song to share, but I can’t seem to proclaim it. Sometimes, I can crack open the door so my song seeps out. Occasionally, some hear my song, but mostly just I do. And God does. I contemplate what it is that holds me back from flinging the door to my heart wide open so my song will burst forth. I sabotage my efforts by allowing the trivial to replace the important. The temporal overcomes the eternal much too often. Sometimes difficult circumstances consume all of my energy. It is frustrating. I have identified some of the distractions, and am striving to overcome them. No doubt, there are a few I am not even aware of. Perhaps sharing my angst will assist me in opening the door.

Oh, how I want my song to be pure and uninhibited-to be free. I desperately want my song to be a blessing to others. I believe our songs are not about us; not really. We are given these songs to guide and encourage and uplift others, especially those who don’t have a song, but need one. Our songs are gifts from a gracious God who gave us the greatest song ever through the life, death and resurrection of His son, Jesus Christ. Forget religion and consider the man. Jesus came into this world-not because He had to, but because He wanted to…He needed to…for us. While He walked upon the soil of a turbulent Middle East. He taught us how to pray, and how to graciously treat one another. He taught us how to worship a Holy God, and to care for the less fortunate. Jesus did more than teach-He redeemed.

What or whom did Jesus redeem? God’s greatest creation and joy: His children. The need for redemption came as a result of our self-righteousness and pride. We needed to be rescued, and that is exactly what Jesus did. Many find this unbelievable or offensive. I find it remarkable. So amazed am I that He would suffer and die so that I could spend eternity with Him and the Father, simply blows me away. I could never deserve such an honor nor could I ever earn it. It had to be given to me by the only One who had the authority and power to do so.

My song-our songs- are like gifts of gratitude to the One who created us and rescued us from a life of meaninglessness. When I started to write this piece, I had no idea where I was going. I didn’t plan on talking about God or Christ or salvation, but that is where my mind was lead. I feel a bit more at ease after penning these thoughts. Maybe, I just learned a little more about my song. Maybe.

And, maybe I will begin to remove the hinges from the door that I can’t seem to open very wide, and instead, remove it. Why should the door exist, anyway. Who do I want to keep out, and why do I want to stay in? To be honest, I don’t know. However, I seek to find out. What of your song? Will you share it? Will you remove the door (at least start by opening it)? Others near and far need to hear and see and feel your song. I have never been disappointed in another’s song when I knew it was genuine and selflessly given. That is how I want my song to be- an offering of love. The Lord knows, and we all know, that our world could use a heap more of unconditional love. Please join me. I want to hear your songs as much as I want mine to be heard. Enough said.