I am sure that in a world filled with factoids that there must be some data on the bird species that are fairly unaware of the threats they face. I am willing to bet, even though I have never read a single thing about this, that robins are on that list (better off than turkeys, but not by a whole lot). I say this because I am reminded each spring as the robins emerge that they are oblivious to vehicles. They wander around at their own pace and don’t trouble themselves to move out of the way even when a car is barreling toward them. I think the term “birdbrain” was coined in reference to a robin.
I imagine robins’ obliviousness results in many a bird/car collision. I am purposeful in watching out for them, and I will brake for them if need be. I do this because I just don’t think they have the survival gene and I view it as my small part in robin preservation.
I had to stop for a robin meandering across the street this morning after taking Cheyenne to school. Once stopped, I could see in my rear-view mirror that the lady behind me was smiling at the realization that I was stopped for a bird crossing. It was only then that it hit me – the robin in that situation wasn’t the birdbrain, I was the birdbrain. I stopped traffic so the robin could cross the road. Maybe the robins are a little smarter than I thought.
Day one thousand three hundred and ninety-two of the new forty – obla di obla da