The Worm Coma

There’s almost nothing so adorable and natural as an infant having just filled up on warm milk and then passing out into a milk coma in a state of utter bliss. Walking by my kitchen window yesterday, I am pretty sure I just observed the Robin equivalent: The worm coma:


This Robin parent was working so hard (as mom and dad birds of all types are in the spring). The fledgeling was perched, unmoving, on our back deck rail for hours while the adult flew back and froth continually. I was worried for 2 hours when I didn’t see the adult return, but then they did and junior was treated to a big piece of yummy worm.


After which he or she promptly passed out into, you guessed it, a worm coma. The little fluff could hardly hold it’s head up as it snoozed the warm day away.


Finally the poor thing was in such a state of snooze, it just let it’s little head fall down and there it lay, the most contented Robin in the history of birds.

Once the worm coma passed, it was up and at ’em again, chirping away as a little homing beacon for the adult to come back again, and again, and again…

Winter Visitor

As spring fades into summer here in Wyoming, our home was visited by Winter. No, we haven’t experienced a shift in climate, but instead a friendly visitor who began tip-toeing through our property over the winter months. Being all white and often blending with the snow then, I named him/her Winter. This furry feline neighbor (from where we do not know) took a hiatus recently but came back a while ago.


I first did a double-take when I saw a paw sticking up out of a flower pot in the back yard. Winter was back. Granted, he/she has been a menace on occasion to the backyard birds we feed year round, but overall our furry visitor doesn’t do any harm otherwise.

We tend to attract local animals somehow. In addition to Winter, we’ve also been visited by other neighborhood cats who are allowed to roam (or perhaps are feral). So long as no damage is done, we welcome the visits.