How in the world they’ve managed to do it, I don’t have a clue, but there on top of a large wreath, hanging over my porch light, is a nest. It is at the very edge of my screen door. Robins can be good at dive bombing. If you get too close while the babies are so small, they’ll let you know. They leave, of course, without me ever seeing them, but that’s OK.

The red birds have nested in my clematis vine for the past three years. They get so busy feeding them — all that chatter — that I sit right near them and they don’t seem to notice or care. I never see them leave the nest, but I’ve loved having them.

I enjoy sitting out in the evening’s cool breeze, listening to my wind chimes, listening to the birds and the evening critters. The robins, ready to call it a day, seem to be the last birds to retire. They sit on top of the roof, chirping to their mates, or maybe to us, or maybe just to the world. Our lawns being full of night crawlers, their tummies are full. They’ve splashed most of the water out of the bird bath a while before that.

They will be the first to sound off in the morning, just as, or before, it actually gets daylight. They set up such a clatter that they actually can wake me up.

Be happy and let it be contagious. We can so easily spread good cheer wherever we go. Meet ‘a grumpy’ Say “hi,” or “good morning,” or maybe “oh, that cool breeze.” If he or she smiles back, and they usually do, you may have changed their whole day. And you’re certainly off to a good one yourself.

God bless you and yours.

Aunt Norie, PO Box 265, Tonganoxie, KS 66086; auntnorie@att.net