The Captain has been working on the hull of the boat at the annual haulout. He’s had to take the boat to a haulout facility several hours’ run from home.
The work is nearly done and I think he’ll soon be home.
Do you think that could be him coming into the bay, Mr Robin?
Well, Admiral Anneli, I can be your lookout. I’ve got a good view here, but I don’t know…. I see a boat, but it could be anybody.
I sure hope it’s him. The lawn needs mowing. I need him to come home.
I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you. Could be anybody. Lots of boats around here.
It’s a fishboat, but it’s too far away to tell if it’s the Captain. No … maybe not ….
I’ve got good eyes, but I can’t see that far. I’m not an eagle, you know.
What do you see now? Are you looking around the corner?
Yes … I’m just making sure he finds his way into the harbour.
Can’t be the Captain then. He knows his way, no problem.
Probably not him then. Better get that lawn mower fired up yourself.
So Admiral, when do you think he’ll be home then?
Oh, any time now. Soon….
Harrumpfff! Why don’t you just mow that lawn before it rains? Don’t you know it’s harder for me to find worms when the grass gets too long? My children are depending on me to bring them food.
That’s the last time I’m going to bother worrying about the Captain coming home. I don’t care who cuts the grass as long as it gets done. I need access to those worms.
I only stopped to rest my wings
And not to worry over things.
The railing seemed a perfect place
I stood there tall with style and grace.
A fishing boat was cruising past,
Perhaps the Captain, home at last.
The Admiral needs a helping hand
To cut the grass that’s on their land.
It suits me fine to have him back
As things ’round here are kind of slack.
Let’s hope the next boat in the bay
Will be her Captain home to stay.
For a while….
April 27, 2018 at 12:10 am
What beautiful photographs, Anneli! And a wonderful poem … a haunting sense of loneliness that touches the heart!
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April 27, 2018 at 6:27 am
Hi Linn, How wonderful to see you here. Hope all is well. Drop me a line.
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April 27, 2018 at 8:12 am
Will do!
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April 27, 2018 at 3:38 am
Lovely, as usual 🙂
Thank you.
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April 27, 2018 at 6:26 am
TY, Hans. Have a great weekend.
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April 27, 2018 at 3:51 am
Sweet sentry and poem!
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April 27, 2018 at 6:26 am
Thanks, Belinda. I only wish I had cleaned my windows better.
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April 27, 2018 at 4:57 am
So delightful!
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April 27, 2018 at 6:25 am
So nice to see you here, Julie.
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April 27, 2018 at 5:17 am
Lovely poem and of course, fabulous photos! Great post, Anneli.
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April 27, 2018 at 6:22 am
Thanks, Jill. I could almost hear the robin talking.
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April 27, 2018 at 5:44 am
I love your poem and those beautiful photos of the Robin!
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April 27, 2018 at 6:22 am
Thank you. It’s so good to see the robins again.
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April 27, 2018 at 6:53 am
You have done such a great job with this post Anneli! Your words fit the photos precisely, and I get the feel of what you (and the bird) are thinking. Very appropriate!
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April 27, 2018 at 8:31 am
I look at the pictures and try to imagine what the bird might be thinking if he/she were human. Then I sort the pics into sequence that might fit a story. Lots of fun. That robin has no idea how famous she is now.
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April 27, 2018 at 7:01 am
A sweet little birdie inspired you to write a picture story. Well done!
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April 27, 2018 at 8:30 am
Yes, I was just thinking, “What on Earth am I going to do for my next blog post? Then this robin landed on the railing and stayed there for many attempts at getting a good picture (through the filmy window!) and my problem was solved. So glad you liked it.
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April 27, 2018 at 7:29 am
Great pictures, wonderful text, Anneli.
Have a great weekend,
Pit
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April 27, 2018 at 8:28 am
Thank you, Pit. Have a good weekend yourself.
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April 27, 2018 at 8:06 am
How wonderful for you to have your own personal “lookout”. Love the photos. Enjoy your day mowing your lawn. 🙂
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April 27, 2018 at 8:27 am
Having my own “lookout” is sometimes a happy thing and other times, not so happy. The lawn? I might leave it for another day. I know the Captain loves doing it. Haha. Seriously though, since we got the riding mower he does like it.
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April 27, 2018 at 2:43 pm
When we first got our riding-mower, I was all to happy about mowing the lawn, too, like the captain, but now, after 4 years of living here, it’s only plain boring. 😉 Four to five hours on that machine with its noise, plus feeling like on a bucking bronco … I know things I like more.
Btw, today I had to sweep the lawn to get rid of old leaves, dead rhizomes of our Bermuda grass, and old clippings, and that took another 3 hours of zooming around. Well, I assume that’s the price you have to pay if you want to have a halfway decent-looking and healthy lawn.
Enjoy your weekend,
Pit
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April 27, 2018 at 3:53 pm
Ours only takes a couple of hours, but I can see where it would be a chore if it was much longer than that. And you’re right, sometimes it feels like riding on a mechanical bull. It’s got to be good for the figure!
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April 27, 2018 at 5:23 pm
LOL
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April 27, 2018 at 8:07 am
Love it. Nice poem. Great bird pictures. Wish mine that I posted today came out as nice as these. BTW, can you actually see from your balcony when Captain Gary is coming?
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April 27, 2018 at 8:26 am
Yes, I can see him when he comes into the bay. Most years I take a picture of the boat as he heads north to fish for the summer. Just now it was only a short time away for boat maintenance. Thanks for the nice comments, Lori. I’ll go visit your post too.
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April 27, 2018 at 11:28 am
So, who’s mowing the lawn?
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April 27, 2018 at 11:57 am
Haha! Right now – nobody.
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April 27, 2018 at 6:00 pm
Beautiful photos – I love robins. 🙂
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April 27, 2018 at 9:43 pm
Thanks, Lynette. Me too. They are always the first to wish us happy spring in our area.
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April 27, 2018 at 6:06 pm
Lovely photos of the robin. And was it the captain?
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April 27, 2018 at 7:04 pm
No, he’s coming tomorrow.
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April 28, 2018 at 12:15 am
Loved your imagination and the poem!
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April 28, 2018 at 6:09 am
Thank you for visiting and leaving a comment, Synne.
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April 28, 2018 at 3:34 am
Wow. Amazing close-ups. I feel like I’m right there…
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April 28, 2018 at 6:06 am
Thanks, David. We could sit on the deck and catch up and have a chat with the robin.
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April 28, 2018 at 6:33 am
That must be something, to have your little friend on the deck with you.
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April 28, 2018 at 6:35 am
Actually I was in the house in the dining room looking out onto the deck when the robin landed on the railing. I had to take the pictures through the dirty glass of the windows. He wouldn’t have held still for so long if I’d been out on the deck with him.
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April 28, 2018 at 1:08 pm
Clever post. And lovely pics. The robins are especially busy this time of year, singing for a mate and getting busy making a home for their brood. I know that spring is here when I hear Mr Robin chirping happily, “I have found my mate. I have found my mate.”
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April 28, 2018 at 6:05 pm
Wonderful sound, isn’t it?
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April 28, 2018 at 1:38 pm
Dear Admiral Anneli. You are a wonder. This post gave me goose-bumps. Loved loved your photos of Mr. Robin as he kept a lookout for your Captain. I hope he got home in time to mow that lawn!!! Just wonderful. xoxoxxo
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April 28, 2018 at 6:08 pm
He timed it just right. He got home at 8:30 a.m. after running for five hours (since 3:30). The tide waits for no man, remember? And just as I was going to give him a cup of coffee to wake him up after a night of no sleep and point him in the direction of the lawn mower, it began to rain. Is he lucky or what? (Just kidding, of course. He’s allowed to rest up before dealing with the grass.)
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April 29, 2018 at 7:33 am
Haha. What a life. I love how you’ve woven that life and that tide into your books. xo
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April 29, 2018 at 10:14 am
Thanks, Pam. There is a lot of my life (snippets and offshoots of it) in my books. I think most authors do that to some extent.
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April 30, 2018 at 8:45 am
Cute little lookout, Anneli. And a lovely poem. I hope your Captain comes home soon. 😀
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April 30, 2018 at 11:22 am
Thanks, Diana. He’s home.
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May 2, 2018 at 8:25 am
I love this one!! Maybe finding out the lookout reminds me of our robins here! Fun post, Anneli. 🐦
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May 2, 2018 at 12:20 pm
And what’s not to like about robins, Robin?
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May 3, 2018 at 7:23 pm
A conversation with the birds, you are in fine form Captain’s wife! Poem is A+, thanks for the pleasure.
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May 4, 2018 at 4:45 am
Thank you, Marsha. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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May 4, 2018 at 6:33 am
What a cutie pie. Guess what I saw yesterday outside my kitchen window? A brilliant orangey-red cardinal! NOT common around here! No phone or camera at hand, of course.
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May 4, 2018 at 9:45 am
Lucky you! I have never seen a cardinal and would LOVE to see one.
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May 4, 2018 at 4:50 pm
I have seen them in Michigan, but this one was a more orangey red, more vibrant, and a smaller bird. GORGEOUS.
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May 4, 2018 at 5:16 pm
Please call after him to swing by Vancouver Island so I can have a look at him.
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May 5, 2018 at 2:03 pm
When I see him again!
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