“Would you like your picture taken?” I asked her.
She took a few steps down the hill closer to me and tilted her head.
Twice, she flew up to the branch of a bush taller than the grasses and called. There was no reply. The second time, she flew away in the direction of the old cottonwood tree.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I watched her go.
I looked around for other robins or songbirds. There were none. Perhaps, she missed the signs of the flock leaving. I rarely see solitary songbirds. They travel in flocks for company and protection from the predators. The old cottonwood tree is a gathering place for the birds. I hope she made the journey safely. I saw two hawks flying across the sky as I walked home.
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