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I am up and out at dawn to watch the sun rise over the tops of the trees on June 21, the longest day of the year. The Washington Post announces sunrise at 5:43 a.m. For me, it’s minutes later because of tall trees to the east; through these I see the glowing orange ball that makes all life possible on this planet earth.
The dawn chorus of robins is astonishing as five or six try to out-sing each other on this new day. Each is proclaiming his right to all earthworms on lawns within his chosen territory. “Stay out,” each carols to all others. It’s as if each male is announcing: “Anything you can sing, I can sing louder and better!”
Later: I am now in my little study writing this and see a female robin gathering long yellow grasses for a nest. She is just under my window. I wonder what happened to her first nest. Did young fledge and are already out in the world looking for earthworms? I doubt it; I have seen no speckle-breasted robins in the yard. Maybe the nest was robbed by a grackle whose yellow eyes spotted the blue eggs and made a meal of them. Two days ago a sharply scolding robin chased a grackle across the back yard.
So the robin must start over and build a new nest in the old territory. Refurbishing an old nest won’t do; it has been discovered by a predator.
The predator could have been the three-foot black snake I saw stretched out in the driveway three days ago. He was taking the sun to warm his long, sleek body. At my approach the snake flicked out its tongue and detected my presence. His reptilian brain
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