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Update on Henry the Robin
Just wanted to let everyone know that Henry the Robin is happily living somewhere on
Mt. Peak. He spent two weeks living around the house, inside the garage and
greenhouse, and squawking and knocking on the sliding glass door whenever he wanted
worms. At about two weeks he was flying down into the orchard and across to the
neighbors, but still returning for food, though less and less often. During a big rain squawl
Henry stayed in our garage, but after a day of that he began to stay out in the trees. I was
happy about this because I was beginning to wonder if he was too domesticated. A day
or two later the rain let up and Brad was out calling Henry. I was inside thinking, "just let
him go, he needs to be wild!" However, I'm not in charge of the world, so I let it go, and,
sure enough here came Henry flying in from down the road. He ate a load of worms and
toddled off into the greenhouse to dry off; he was soaking wet. The next morning he
came a calling for breakfast but didn't stick around once he was fed. He and I had said
our good-byes a while back when I attuned him. Well he didn't come back after that,
much to Brad's dismay; he had grown very fond of the little feathered buddy. A few days
passed and Brad and I were sitting in the living room with the doors open, enjoying the
summer evening. Brad said he wished Henry would at least come back to tell him good-
bye. Swear it, not ten minutes later I heard a familiar chirp outside the door. I told Brad
his bird was back! We all went outside, including Nakita our dog and Arbuckle our cat,
and sure enough there was Henry sitting on the ground in our front garden, looking up at
us and chirping away. Brad was so happy he ran to get some worms; I stayed and talked
with Henry. When Brad came around the garden, Henry flew up to the gutter on the
roof. He looked at Brad and chortled like a grown up robin does, and then flew off. We
haven't seen him since but there are a lot of robins across the road in the trees at the base
of Mt. Peak and we know he's in there where he belongs. He had just come home to say
good-bye and thank you one last time.
Mt. Peak. He spent two weeks living around the house, inside the garage and
greenhouse, and squawking and knocking on the sliding glass door whenever he wanted
worms. At about two weeks he was flying down into the orchard and across to the
neighbors, but still returning for food, though less and less often. During a big rain squawl
Henry stayed in our garage, but after a day of that he began to stay out in the trees. I was
happy about this because I was beginning to wonder if he was too domesticated. A day
or two later the rain let up and Brad was out calling Henry. I was inside thinking, "just let
him go, he needs to be wild!" However, I'm not in charge of the world, so I let it go, and,
sure enough here came Henry flying in from down the road. He ate a load of worms and
toddled off into the greenhouse to dry off; he was soaking wet. The next morning he
came a calling for breakfast but didn't stick around once he was fed. He and I had said
our good-byes a while back when I attuned him. Well he didn't come back after that,
much to Brad's dismay; he had grown very fond of the little feathered buddy. A few days
passed and Brad and I were sitting in the living room with the doors open, enjoying the
summer evening. Brad said he wished Henry would at least come back to tell him good-
bye. Swear it, not ten minutes later I heard a familiar chirp outside the door. I told Brad
his bird was back! We all went outside, including Nakita our dog and Arbuckle our cat,
and sure enough there was Henry sitting on the ground in our front garden, looking up at
us and chirping away. Brad was so happy he ran to get some worms; I stayed and talked
with Henry. When Brad came around the garden, Henry flew up to the gutter on the
roof. He looked at Brad and chortled like a grown up robin does, and then flew off. We
haven't seen him since but there are a lot of robins across the road in the trees at the base
of Mt. Peak and we know he's in there where he belongs. He had just come home to say
good-bye and thank you one last time.
