The early bird flew down, grabbed at a worm but it got away, hopped a few feet over thataway (it had just stopped raining) and went for another and missed again. The robin flew.
Awhile later, 10:30 or so, a robin came again. It went straight to the first spot, only, this bird leaned its head sideways close to the ground, listening and quickly looking down a few times and bam! Â Got it! It stretched and stretched what had to have been a meal big enough to last all day or to feed a whole nestful.
All the bird had needed was patient watching and listening.
We have such a patient daughter-in-law. Our son Richard is, too.
We had great fun watching and listening and playing with and cheering up a tired Parker today. It’s hard to sleep in new exciting places where you might miss out on something if you didn’t stay awake every minute (except 20 of them that snatched him despite his best efforts.)
He was easily cheered. I told his mother, he is so clearly a well-loved child.