Folklore has it that to kill a Robin or destroy her nest, bad luck will surely come to you. I wonder, then, if a nest is discovered, and left unscathed, will the opposite be true? Is not the discovery of those precious blue eggs a blessing in and of itself?
What are the chances of not only finding Robins' nests and eggs in two locations (our property in Colchester and here on the farm in Lisbon), but finding them both on the same day, just an hour or so apart? Is it an omen of good fortune? A divine symbol of spiritual mystery? Or can it be that Earth and her children, no matter what turmoil boils in lands far and near, quietly and consistently seek to replenish all things defined as Good? Selfishly, I hope and pray for the latter.