Sallie Wolf

The robin makes a laughing sound. It makes me stop and look around to see just what the robin sees— fresh new leaves on twigs of trees, a strong, high branch on which to rest, a safe dry ledge to hold its nest. The robin makes a laughing sound. I stop. I always look around.

An owl once perched in my tree at night (when most birds cannot see). But when the sun rose, he was found by some crows, and their caws caused the owl to flee.