This little robin sat on my porch for most of the day, pretty much ignoring the persistent voice of his mother, who sat in the treetop above.
Much as I sat sipping coffee, knowing there was work to be done on my Work In Progress, but ignoring that nagging, persistent voice that insisted Let’s get crackin.
Watching the robin, I had to wonder. Was he afraid. Or just feeling lazy?
M. Jean Pike 