At some point during all that strenuous labour, he decided to take a dip in the bird bath, which he thinks belongs to him.
Mr. Robin bathes several times a day; it’s one of his favourite things to do.
And while he was enjoying this favourite pastime...
...along came a Mourning Dove...
...that planted itself on the edge of the bird bath.
It preened its feathers...
...and took a little nap.
When it finally woke up, it still wouldn’t leave.
It turned around and took a sip of water, and decided to stick around for awhile.
And where was Mr. Robin all this time?
He was sitting on the opposite edge of the bird bath waiting for this intruder to leave, so he could continue his bath.
And he wasn’t pleased about it. Look how upset he looks in this picture.
He finally got fed up of waiting and flew away into the tree with his back turned to the world.
|"I don't want to talk about it..."|
Poor Mr. Robin and his bird bath angst...