A Robin Feathering It's Nest

My favorite bird has always been the robin. It's beauty is classic with it's elegant chocolate brown coat and subtle red breast. It's song is pure, like sweet honey from the hive. And those eggs, those beautiful turquoise blue eggs, so small, so brilliant, so perfect. How could one not love the robin?

 But perhaps, the one thing that endears the robin to my heart the most is it's story. According to one legend, when Jesus was dying on the cross, the robin, then a simple brown, flew to his side and sang into his ear in order to comfort him in his sorrow. The robin then pulled a thorn from Jesus' crown to try and take away his pain.The blood from Jesus' wounds stained the robin's breast, and thereafter all robins were born with the mark of Christ's blood upon them.

 Of course legends are legends, but I would like to believe this one is true, just as I believe that the dogwood's flowers took the form of a cross with blood stained petals. I like to think too that those beautiful blue eggs that the robin lays are a symbol of God's promise of hope of everlasting life in Jesus' resurrection.
As Winter transforms into Spring this year, I will joyfully delight in the presence of my little feathered friends, the robin, in my garden, and I will remember God's everlasting love for me through Christ's death and resurrection.