November 26, 2001
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Le Rouge - gorge dans le jardin .
En Novembre ,
Quoi qu' on fasse,
Qu ' on bêche le jardin ,
Ou qu ' on défriche les bordures autour des fruitiers ,
Qu ' on rabatte les arbustes
Ou qu 'on taille les haies ,
Il y a toujours un rouge - gorge effronté
Qui vous tient compagnie
Fidèlement ,
Dans le froid .
The redbreast in the garden .
In November ,
Whatever we are doing ,
Whether we turn over the ground in the garden
Or we grub the borders around the fruit trees ,
Whether we cut back the bushes
Or we clip the hedges ,
There always is a cheeky readbreast
That keeps us company ,
Faithfully ,
In the cold .
M. Fauquet
Comments (12)
I don't see red breasted birds here in November, unless you can say a Cardinal is a red breast. I think of a robin as a red breast and they are gone till spring.
I miss them but it gives me something to look forward to. When I see them again, I'll know winter is over! Finally. 
Redbreast is a robin
You must have a lot to do in the fall and early winter to prepare your garden and orchard for the season.
Robin is my daughter's name and she is cheeky!!
I'm waiting for the leaves to fall from my cherry tree so that I can prune it a bit. It has become overgrown so that it's hard to get the cherries in the summer.
Lisa
Is the redbreast like our Robins...I'm a bird lover as well as a cat lover, and I know how poorly that combination mixes.
Les rouge-gorges nous ont déjà quitté ici. Je n'ai pas touché le jardin cet automne car il n'est plus le mien. La semaine dernière, je me suis assise dans la partie sauvage de la cours et j'ai pleuré... La nature autour de ma demeure est tout ce que je vais regretter d'ici...
Merci de me rappeler d'en profiter jusqu'à mon départ...
I&C&X&FlymbsJ...
I had the same experience,I was doing things in the garden and a little "Pettirosso" dat is red breast in Italian was looking and keeping me company.
I think you know how he got his red colour.When Jezus was suffering he tried to pull out the thorns from his head.A drop of blood fell to his breast and that's how he's got the red,the blood of jezus.
It is true that he sits and lives between the thorns and he never hurts himself.The thorns know not to hurt him,but they hurt me all right.
Have a nice day Michel.
I feed the birds at my house and the most common I see are the Cardinal, Black Capped Chickadee, Rock Dove and the Nuthatch. I have others but won't leave the whole list!!!
It was a beautiful poem!
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I have seen the robin here also. En Hollandais le nom de rouge est: Roodborstje.
Beautiful imagery and meaning in what you say.
Blessings even in the chill of autumn, our friends are with us...best wishes to you, always a joy to see your thoughts...
and i read.. and close my eyes.. and i imagine.. what you see. what you feel...what it is like. and i smile... and i open my eyes.. and i prop you!
Your words are very inspiring, you put me right where your poem describes. Awesome.
Hello, how is everything going??? Hope youre doing well...
rubymoon
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