The sun was going down and my stress levels were going up. It was time to all gather, decide where we were going to perform this evening. I didn’t get any peace during the day either, had they never heard of Me Time? It was a constant ‘Let’s go down the quay’ or ‘Ah there you are, what are you having for lunch? Come on, you don’t want to eat alone…’
There was no chance to grab another bite to eat before the performance. With such a large cast you would imagine my absence would go unnoticed, no such luck. They were all chattering now, so loud I had a headache, but I couldn’t hide for long.
‘Come on, it’s a lovely clear evening, time you got in place, stick with Jet and see if you can get it right this time, we’ve got a big audience.’
I sighed, was I the only starling who couldn’t get the hang of murmurations? How I wished I was a robin, singing sweetly by myself in the apple tree, king of my own territory, friend of gardeners. What was it about starlings, always having to stick together. Even worse than the mumuration was roosting; flapping and squawking, deciding where to settle for the night, then ending up in the same old tree we always went to.
I thought longingly of the garden, robin hopping around as the gardener topped up the bird bath for him, a last bit of digging in the new bed before the light failed. Pausing, staying motionless as her favourite bird hopped closer, grabbing gratefully at the worm in the newly turned soil. Dewy eyed as she marvelled at his stick thin legs, the sheen of the downy red feathers on his chest and the strong melody issuing forth from his tiny beak when he retuned to the apple bough.

Why did I have to be reincarnated as a starling and not a robin? There’s my wife telling all her friends I have come back as her robin. Be just my luck that ‘her robin’ is that awful Derek down the road, who died the week before me in that mishap with his lawn mower…

Brilliant!
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Thanks Stoney
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Love it!
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Thanks Carol
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Very clever!
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, Janet.
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This certainly gave me a smile, Janet.
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That’s good, thanks Robbie.
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I love this cute story!
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Thanks Darlene, I just thought of it this morning, yesterday morning by now..
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A good story to go with the lovely photo of the robin!
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Thanks Audrey, I took several pictures of this Welsh Robin, the only time I’ve ever managed to get a photo, though I have a resident robin in the garden.
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It’s not easy taking good pictures of birds. Or bees, for that matter.
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No Audrey, some of our camera club members take brilliant pictures, but with lots of patience and lenses!
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Love it!
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
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The “me times”….missing?
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Love this. I have two parakeets who have the same squawking argument most nights about where they are going to sleep. Dread to think who they were in a previous life. 😀
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Ha ha, perhaps the parakeets were someone you knew well!
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Lol Janet, cute story. 🙂
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Lol Janet, I have a robin that comes into the garden every day and accompanys my husband as he digs and trims… got me thinking about who it might be now…♥
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Yes indeed Sally, I was just wondering where my robin had gone after I wrote this and he appeared in the bird bath!
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Lol.. they are funny little warrior birds… xx
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A most entertaining story, Janet
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Thanks Robbie, I had fun writing it.
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