I was up very early this morning for reasons that I’d rather not divulge here. I was standing at the end of my driveway looking back up it and into the back yard where the cherry trees stand. As I stood there in the dawn’s early light a handsome male robin landed upon the drive.
No sooner had the words “Damn. I wish I had my camera,” passed through the various rusty synapses of my brain the little fellow dropped a robin-sized load on my drive. And as soon as he had finished relieving himself he made two hops and flew off into the large air.
For a switch I was pleased I didn’t have my camera after all.