My name is Vera. I’m a varied thrush. You may think I look a lot like Roberta the robin. She’s my cousin.
Here’s Roberta the robin this spring, looking a bit ruffled up against the wind.
Roberta came down from the hills with her friends and family last week and so did all my varied thrush friends. We’d been in the conifers in the hills, picking at berries and bugs, but then the snow came and covered all our food.
So we huddled in the woods until the worst of the weather blew over and then found out where Roberta had gone. Well, we all congregated at Anneli’s house and at some of her neighbours’ too. The bare patches of dirt had bugs and worms we could pick at, and the houses along this road had a lot of mountain ash trees growing, so we ate some of those red berries they grow.
It feels like snow will fall again,
Although we birds prefer the rain,
I’m eating berries from the trees,
Though some are icy from the freeze.
When bare spots popped up through the snow,
My friends and I knew where to go,
We found some tiny bugs to eat,
The little spider was a treat.
The yard across the street has shrubs,
We hide in bushes eating grubs,
When rays of sun warm up the lawn,
A worm that peeks out will be gone.
The mountain ash’s berries fall
The sun ferments them one and all,
My cousin ate more than a few,
And then into a window flew.
Yes, life is hard these winter days,
But it is just a passing phase,
With winter solstice we will find,
That happy days aren’t far behind.