Thank You Angel for sponsoring this memorial page. I really appreciate it. So kind of you to do this.
Robbie was our pet robin.
Mom loved animals and one time in early May my sister found a baby robin that fell from a nest after a storm. Mom nursed Robbie with the use of an eye dropper and soaked bread in warm water and was able to get the robin to eat. She stayed up for 48 hours to be sure the robin was stable and OK. Robbie became real tame over the next couple months. Robbie would even sit on you. Some of his visits to my head became a little painful. Robbie would pick out a strand of my hair and tug on it. If I wanted my hair thinned out I can of less painful ways of doing it.
Our home soon became home for Robbie too and in no time he was family to us. In the morning my mom would open a window and the robin would fly out for the day and much to our surprise Robbie would return to the window at dusk each evening.
When cold weather came any other robin would fly south for the winter, not Robbie. Mom let him out thinking he would fly south and he was right back at the window chirping to come back in. We ended up letting Robbie stay the winter with us. What else could you do? Robbie slept in our basement on top of the support beam. The basement door was left open incase Robbie wanted to come up. In the day time Robbie would be happy to make himself at home on top of a lamp shade or on top of the bar that holds the window drapes. Some mornings in the winter Robbie would fly into the kitchen. On the table was a sugar jar with no cover. When the sun would shine on the sugar it would sparkle and Robbie would toss the sugar all over the place. He couldn't go out to play in the cold so I guess this was play time. Dad had to go out and buy worms all winter. Robbie also loved raisins and Cream of Wheat.
A reporter for the newspaper came out and did a story about my mom and the robin that winter. They both had their picture in the paper, mom was very proud of that. She said what is all the fuss about? I just took care of the bird just like anyone else should do. The next summer in early July, Robbie flew home early and was sick. Robbie flew to my mom the only mother that Robbie knew. Robbie got worse by early evening. We knew by then that he was dieing. My mom had a large bath towel on her lap and wrapped Robbie in it to help keep him warm. Robbie passed away late that evening while on my moms lap and died from DTT poisoning that was being used on trees that had elm disease. (DTT is not being used anymore because it killed so many birds.) A law to ban DDT in the United States went into effect on June 14th 1972. Mom was really heartbroken when Robbie died and so were we. We lost a special pet that brought so much joy to our family. Robbie was buried in our front yard next to mom's flowers and close to the house.
(bio by: Steve Edquist)
Robbie was our pet robin.
Mom loved animals and one time in early May my sister found a baby robin that fell from a nest after a storm. Mom nursed Robbie with the use of an eye dropper and soaked bread in warm water and was able to get the robin to eat. She stayed up for 48 hours to be sure the robin was stable and OK. Robbie became real tame over the next couple months. Robbie would even sit on you. Some of his visits to my head became a little painful. Robbie would pick out a strand of my hair and tug on it. If I wanted my hair thinned out I can of less painful ways of doing it.
Our home soon became home for Robbie too and in no time he was family to us. In the morning my mom would open a window and the robin would fly out for the day and much to our surprise Robbie would return to the window at dusk each evening.
When cold weather came any other robin would fly south for the winter, not Robbie. Mom let him out thinking he would fly south and he was right back at the window chirping to come back in. We ended up letting Robbie stay the winter with us. What else could you do? Robbie slept in our basement on top of the support beam. The basement door was left open incase Robbie wanted to come up. In the day time Robbie would be happy to make himself at home on top of a lamp shade or on top of the bar that holds the window drapes. Some mornings in the winter Robbie would fly into the kitchen. On the table was a sugar jar with no cover. When the sun would shine on the sugar it would sparkle and Robbie would toss the sugar all over the place. He couldn't go out to play in the cold so I guess this was play time. Dad had to go out and buy worms all winter. Robbie also loved raisins and Cream of Wheat.
A reporter for the newspaper came out and did a story about my mom and the robin that winter. They both had their picture in the paper, mom was very proud of that. She said what is all the fuss about? I just took care of the bird just like anyone else should do. The next summer in early July, Robbie flew home early and was sick. Robbie flew to my mom the only mother that Robbie knew. Robbie got worse by early evening. We knew by then that he was dieing. My mom had a large bath towel on her lap and wrapped Robbie in it to help keep him warm. Robbie passed away late that evening while on my moms lap and died from DTT poisoning that was being used on trees that had elm disease. (DTT is not being used anymore because it killed so many birds.) A law to ban DDT in the United States went into effect on June 14th 1972. Mom was really heartbroken when Robbie died and so were we. We lost a special pet that brought so much joy to our family. Robbie was buried in our front yard next to mom's flowers and close to the house.
(bio by: Steve Edquist)
Thank You Angel for sponsoring this memorial page. I really appreciate it. So kind of you to do this.
Robbie was our pet robin.
Mom loved animals and one time in early May my sister found a baby robin that fell from a nest after a storm. Mom nursed Robbie with the use of an eye dropper and soaked bread in warm water and was able to get the robin to eat. She stayed up for 48 hours to be sure the robin was stable and OK. Robbie became real tame over the next couple months. Robbie would even sit on you. Some of his visits to my head became a little painful. Robbie would pick out a strand of my hair and tug on it. If I wanted my hair thinned out I can of less painful ways of doing it.
Our home soon became home for Robbie too and in no time he was family to us. In the morning my mom would open a window and the robin would fly out for the day and much to our surprise Robbie would return to the window at dusk each evening.
When cold weather came any other robin would fly south for the winter, not Robbie. Mom let him out thinking he would fly south and he was right back at the window chirping to come back in. We ended up letting Robbie stay the winter with us. What else could you do? Robbie slept in our basement on top of the support beam. The basement door was left open incase Robbie wanted to come up. In the day time Robbie would be happy to make himself at home on top of a lamp shade or on top of the bar that holds the window drapes. Some mornings in the winter Robbie would fly into the kitchen. On the table was a sugar jar with no cover. When the sun would shine on the sugar it would sparkle and Robbie would toss the sugar all over the place. He couldn't go out to play in the cold so I guess this was play time. Dad had to go out and buy worms all winter. Robbie also loved raisins and Cream of Wheat.
A reporter for the newspaper came out and did a story about my mom and the robin that winter. They both had their picture in the paper, mom was very proud of that. She said what is all the fuss about? I just took care of the bird just like anyone else should do. The next summer in early July, Robbie flew home early and was sick. Robbie flew to my mom the only mother that Robbie knew. Robbie got worse by early evening. We knew by then that he was dieing. My mom had a large bath towel on her lap and wrapped Robbie in it to help keep him warm. Robbie passed away late that evening while on my moms lap and died from DTT poisoning that was being used on trees that had elm disease. (DTT is not being used anymore because it killed so many birds.) A law to ban DDT in the United States went into effect on June 14th 1972. Mom was really heartbroken when Robbie died and so were we. We lost a special pet that brought so much joy to our family. Robbie was buried in our front yard next to mom's flowers and close to the house.
(bio by: Steve Edquist)
Robbie was our pet robin.
Mom loved animals and one time in early May my sister found a baby robin that fell from a nest after a storm. Mom nursed Robbie with the use of an eye dropper and soaked bread in warm water and was able to get the robin to eat. She stayed up for 48 hours to be sure the robin was stable and OK. Robbie became real tame over the next couple months. Robbie would even sit on you. Some of his visits to my head became a little painful. Robbie would pick out a strand of my hair and tug on it. If I wanted my hair thinned out I can of less painful ways of doing it.
Our home soon became home for Robbie too and in no time he was family to us. In the morning my mom would open a window and the robin would fly out for the day and much to our surprise Robbie would return to the window at dusk each evening.
When cold weather came any other robin would fly south for the winter, not Robbie. Mom let him out thinking he would fly south and he was right back at the window chirping to come back in. We ended up letting Robbie stay the winter with us. What else could you do? Robbie slept in our basement on top of the support beam. The basement door was left open incase Robbie wanted to come up. In the day time Robbie would be happy to make himself at home on top of a lamp shade or on top of the bar that holds the window drapes. Some mornings in the winter Robbie would fly into the kitchen. On the table was a sugar jar with no cover. When the sun would shine on the sugar it would sparkle and Robbie would toss the sugar all over the place. He couldn't go out to play in the cold so I guess this was play time. Dad had to go out and buy worms all winter. Robbie also loved raisins and Cream of Wheat.
A reporter for the newspaper came out and did a story about my mom and the robin that winter. They both had their picture in the paper, mom was very proud of that. She said what is all the fuss about? I just took care of the bird just like anyone else should do. The next summer in early July, Robbie flew home early and was sick. Robbie flew to my mom the only mother that Robbie knew. Robbie got worse by early evening. We knew by then that he was dieing. My mom had a large bath towel on her lap and wrapped Robbie in it to help keep him warm. Robbie passed away late that evening while on my moms lap and died from DTT poisoning that was being used on trees that had elm disease. (DTT is not being used anymore because it killed so many birds.) A law to ban DDT in the United States went into effect on June 14th 1972. Mom was really heartbroken when Robbie died and so were we. We lost a special pet that brought so much joy to our family. Robbie was buried in our front yard next to mom's flowers and close to the house.
(bio by: Steve Edquist)
