The story of robin spots

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Oliver Thansan
Oliver Thansan
29 March 2024 Friday 16:54
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The story of robin spots

* The author is part of the community of readers of La Vanguardia

I am going to explain a story to you in The Photos of the Readers of La Vanguardia taking advantage of this photograph that I was able to take of a robin in front of the house, in the town of Altet, in the Urgell region.

I must say that this story is not mine, since all small birds that have red spots have a similar story, which grandparents told their grandchildren. Of course, I have added a little from here, a little from there.

Many years ago there was a bird that everyone else laughed at because it was ugly. It didn't have any color. A day like so many others, so as not to listen to any more comments, he took off and didn't stop until he got tired.

This time, he stood on a wooden pole when his breath was gone. When she reacted a little, she saw that there were many humans and a lot of noise around her. He decided to leave that place. But suddenly he saw a person with thorns stuck around his head.

He doesn't know how to do it, but he knew he wanted to help him. He flew up to a thorn and began to peck, but nothing at all, he couldn't remove the thorn from the crown.

That person raised his head and spoke solemnly, looking towards the sky. Her robin was scared and left the thorn. At that moment, a stain of blood covered her entire chest and face.

"Poor me, it wasn't enough for them to laugh at me, all I need is a blood stain." I thought about all this while the sky turned black, it began to rain and thunder. It seemed like the world was ending.

He stayed on the pole that the man was supporting and raised his head up so that the rain would clean the blood from his body. When everything was over and the day became clear again, he flew up to a puddle to see if the stain had gone away. What a surprise he had when he saw that he was still the same. There he was in the puddle, rubbing himself like there was no tomorrow. He got tired again and right there he rested.

The puddle stopped being agitated and remained like a mirror. He, without meaning to, looked at himself. The bird he saw was beautiful, it was very pretty. After looking around he concluded that it was him. The first thing he did was see that man again, but he was no longer there.

So finally he returned to the place where all the birds gathered. Upon seeing it, everyone was amazed by such beauty. Nowadays, if you approach the bird with respect, he will not leave and will talk to you all proud about that day. The truth is that we will not understand him, but his singing will captivate us.