Monday, June 30, 2008
Oh, Dear Robin!
Thank you for all the hours of joy you brought me. Thank you for sitting nearby, unafraid, as I ripped up grass and tossed grubs into your beak. Thank you for the splendour of your song, that first view of you that helped to usher in my sense of spring, for your courage when faced with my rambunctious and curious children. Thank you for reminding me of home.
Onward, friend. Fly in beauty as your body rests in a forest of buckwheat.