They are not the most captivating of birds. No one has ever said, “Look at the beautiful Robin, dear!” Up close they look even homelier. I discovered this while thinning Syrah today and abruptly coming face to face with two baby Robins, nestled smack dab in the middle of my vine.
Robins are utilitarian worm hunters. They don’t grace the logo of any sports teams as far as I know – the more popular Blue Jays, Orioles and Cardinals dominate this category. Even the famous “Boy Wonder” was a trusty sidekick at best. You don’t even really notice them until they are looking you directly in the eye. Is this their vine or is it mine?
I make the decision to leave this vine a little “fuller” than I’d like, but any further removal of shoots would compromise their foundation. The obsessive side of me makes a mental note to return to this particular vine later in summer.
Upon further reflection, I feel it appropriate to anoint the unassuming Robin as the official bird of Lowrey Vineyards. Far from flashy, a little rough around the edges, somehow lurking under the radar while in plain sight and then BAM! – Holy Syrah, Batman – all of a sudden we’re right under your nose.