Sing the Joy
“When the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin’ along
There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts throbbin’ his old sweet song.
Wake up! Wake up! You sleepy head, Get up! Get up! Get out of bed,
Cheer up! Cheer up!
The sun is red!
Live! Love! Laugh!
and be happy.”
How many remember that old song? I didn’t realize until I looked up the lyrics that the words “Live, love, laugh” were in this song. Those words haven’t been forgotten; they are well used on signs, cards, etc. And for a reason. The words remind us of all that is meaningful. It’s all we need to remember when we want to remember how to live.
What Robins Really Say
And Other Interesting Robin Facts
I can still hear my father: “Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe, the robin sang one day. Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,???” He would sing this every single year in response to the first robin sighting of spring.
Most people associate the robin’s song with joy and cheer. But in the north-eastern states, some feel it’s a weather warning, “Captain Gillet! Captain Gillet! Get your skillet! Get your skillet! It’s going to ra-in!” In his “Natural History of American Birds,” published in 1925, Edward Forbush claimed the robin’s words were “Kill ’em, cure ’em, give ’em physic.” In 1923, Leroy Titus Weeks was sure the robins were saying, “Pillywink, pollywog, poodle, poodle, pollywog, poodle, pillywink, pillywink, poodle, poodle, pillywink, pollywog, poodle, poodle.” Did you get all that? I wonder how long he had to listen to come up with that precise list. (Thanks to this Source for finding that history.)
Our migratory robins here in Arizona are thinking of flying north. They’re getting antsy, with what the scientists call “zugunruhe.” Love that gutsy German word. “Zug” means move, and “unruhe” means restlessness. Everyone gets that in spring, right?
When my robins leave, they will follow the “37-degree average daily isotherm.” This sounds way above my pay grade, but it’s actually fairly simple. The topsoil must reach thirty-seven degrees for the earthworms to be able to dig out of their winter hide outs, and robins depend on earthworms for their fast food stops on their migrations. (We tend to follow the Panera isotherm on our way north when we visit my parents in Canada!)
Robins don’t often fly the same route twice. Also, the males leave first, and then the females follow a week or two later. They stay in groups, or what I’d call little nations. Anywhere from 10 to 50 to up to 60,000 will fly together. Since robins have two or three families in a year, the earliest born are on their own at just a few months old, when dad takes them to the roost to hang out with others of their age group. They have to leave the nest to make room for the new babies. Fortunately, God gave them great bird-brains, and instinct keeps them with others of their kind. Or at least in flocks that include their kind. Robins actually will fly south with other fruit eating birds (the worms are for their north-flying diet), like mockingbirds, waxwings and pine grosbeaks.
This is only the beginning of the robin’s fascinating traits. It is simply awesome how God has given individual traits to each type of His creation. I never planned on writing a thesis on robins, but when I got into this subject, I was enthralled. And touched by the wonder of it all.
Live Like It’s Heaven On Earth
Sing like no one is listening,
Love like you’ve never been hurt,
Dance like nobody’s watching,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.
Live like it’s Heaven on Earth.
This seems like a great way to start:
I like you already!
Yeah…wondrous, amazing you, just looking around for Deep Peace and True Beauty. You hunting for a corner of joy and grace and God…and stillness.
Honestly, I’m a bit of a mess. It’s okay, really. Grace is the most amazing of all. I had a full-tuition scholarship to university and never finished. I married a Farmer instead and came home to gravel road and cornfields. I had babies. Half a dozen beautiful babies. My laundry basket is never empty. I lose library books. I homeschool our six exuberant kids and most days I feel just a tad bit overwhelmed and very crazy. When the kids and the washing machine sleep, I wash my real dirt down with words and The Word.
This is Ann Voskamp’s message on the About page of her website, One Thousand Gifts. She takes us on the journey with her, as she tracks her list of gifts on the way to “really living.” Her life, her writing, her gifts, all seem that she has found a little bit of Heaven on earth.
Yesterday was Sunday, and we attended Church and listened as one of God’s Faithful shared Wisdom and Word. He told us he had not been very willing to be the Ambassador yesterday morning. He had a busy week, he said, had been travelling, was not feeling perfectly well physically, and really wished another could take his place. But, and these are my interpretation of his words, he knew if he wanted to continue with living Heaven on Earth, he would need to share what God put on his heart. We all went home blessed richly, and fed with enough to live our Heaven on Earth for the week ahead.
These are reasons we can sing. Reasons we can live Heaven on Earth.
Because God’s Ambassador’s fill their places, and share their hearts.
Even the robins.