There is a robin who has built its nest in one of our evergreens. It’s a smart robin, since the nest is hidden on the back side and is visible only to those to who paw the tree looking for it. I am not one of those people.
Still, the robin and I continually startle each other. I walk in front of the evergeen daily as I check my various flower beds, more eager to rid myself of weeds than robins. Invariably I forget the evergreen has a flighty tenant, and it hasn’t learned that I’m harmless.
So the regular scenario goes like this: Human checks flowers each morning, reveling in the beautiful blooms this summer has offered. Bird hears and then sees human and becomes upset. Flies from evergreen with a loud squawk and lands on driveway as if to challenge a mean intruder. Human wonders, “Who is the interloper here?”
It’s true I’m not much of a bird lover. In fact, I belong to the school that believes feeding birds ultimately gets in nature’s way. At the same time, I would never attack a nest. So I wish the robin would just go about its business and let me go about mine.