2004-02-28 - 12:48 p.m.
I hate Robins!! I know you will probably think I'm terrible but every spring when I hear that first robin call the hair stands up on the back of my neck and I unconsciously start to growl. I know it will only be a short while before hordes of the little devils descend on the orchard. There's no fruit for them to eat, that's not the problem. I spend the better part of a month mulching the rows in the orchard with wood chips and after a robin attack it looks like a flock of chickens got turned loose out there. They would scratch all the chips out of the row if I didn't do something to scare them. So every spring I break out bottle rockets and try to keep them a little under control. I also go up and down the rows banging sticks to make noise. All in all I look pretty silly and it takes away some of the joy of spring. Most folks consider robins the harbinger of spring but to me they are just trouble makers disquised in feathers. I hate robins!!
