I am not looking forward to Robbie.
Robbie is an American Robin, a red-breasted thrush. I saw him and a couple of his friends today so I guess the season’s harbinger has returned from his winter home.
He’ s back and he’s ready to start dating. Yes, Robbie is looking for a girlfriend. He knows he’s a catch and I must admit he is rather dapper. Any female Robin would be lucky indeed to become the new Mrs. Robbie. The trouble is Robbie is a bit of a narcissist and extremely competitive. Whenever he sees himself in a mirror, window or any other reflective surface he mistakes his own image for that of a very handsome Robin that must have moved in on his territory. And Robbie will have none of that!
Soon, he will be dive-bombing the windows on my garage doors. Or he will sit on car mirrors and continuously attack the reflection. I assume he will keep this up till he finds Mrs. Right or he sustains so many concussions that the cat starts looking good to him.
The really down side for me is that when he sits on the side mirrors he insists on leaving the remains of his meals down the sides of the doors. And boy he must eat a lot!
In an effort to deter this determined little warrior, I’ve printed photos of owls (natural enemies right?) and pasted them on the garage door windows. I’ve even covered the windows completely with paper and wrapped the car’s side mirrors with bags. Still he sits and waits for the moment these protective coverings come off. In seconds he has left his mark, literally. Having a two-car garage and three vehicles leaves one poor unsuspecting coupe at Robbie’s mercy. No one, and I mean no wants wants to visit me in the Spring unless they come on foot. Constantly washing the droppings off the sides of the car gets a little bit old. I’d almost rather be shoveling snow…I said almost.
He hasn’t started yet, but it’s only a matter of time. I’m ready. I have my bags to cover the mirrors and if all else fails, I guess there’s always the garden hose. (To wash the car, of course!)