"Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast!
Sing, birds, in every furrow,
And from each bill let music shrill
Give my fair Love good morrow!"
Thomas Heywood (1575?-1650), British dramatist. The Rape of Lucrece (l. 11-14). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
TIME: 1:18 PM
PLACE: The Front Yard
SUBJECT: A robin
On my way to the grocery store (yet again), I snapped this picture of a robin who was in our front yard. Fortunately, this is a section of lawn that has not been christened by dog bombs. The children were sent out after school today to partake in one of their least favorite chores: scooping the poop. I told them that since It has been extremely cold these past few days, the waste should be frozen, making it easier to scoop. They weren't very appreciative of my observation. Ah, the joys of dog ownership.