Sunday I decided to work on my little car. I needed to replace the caliper and rotor on the drivers’ side. Usually this would be a very simple brake job. About 20 minutes is all. If fact I had everything tore apart in no time at all. Now, normally the rotor will just slide right off, but no, not my car. After pounding on it with a five pound – short handled sledgehammer that I lovingly call “Bertha” and scratching my head alot, my #1 son stopped by. He came to work on his motorcycle. He asked to try, so I handed him the hammer. We tried all kinds of things trying to get this rotor to come off. It’s held on with nature’s super glue, “RUST”. Around six o’clock that night we gave up and put away all the tools.
Now as I sat in the back yard, stewing in my own juices, trying to figure out how to get this damn rotor to come off, I noticed that a robin was jumping around getting worms. With my attention diverted and watching this little bird work, my blood pressure dropped about 25 psi. I was truly enjoying watching this little bird. Then all of a sudden he flew to the front of the house. Then I remembered that we had a nest at the front of the house. I ran up the driveway to catch a peek. Sure enough, the daddy robin was feeding four little chicks. “This is awesome! I wish Denise was here to see this. - I need to get photos.” I went running back to the studio to get a camera. I spent the next hour hiding behind a block retaining wall, watching and photographing momma and daddy robin feeding the little chicks. It was amazing to watch momma and daddy robin take turns feeding the little ones and how much those little ones ate! It was non-stop!
With all the stress I was having about that piece of crap car of mine, two little robins and the four babies helped me forget about my car troubles for a few minutes.