This is the title of a children’s book that spent some time in our house. I believe the afflicted robin of the title died of pesticide poisoning. I thought of him the other night when my friend Susan mentioned she had seen three dead robins in the past week. That comment made me recall that I had watched a robin feebly hopping in a busy intersection and not at all removing himself from danger. As we stood on the corner, in the snow, another person waiting to cross Lee entered our conversation; she too had seen dead robins – two – recently. Now perhaps we all saw the same three robins….but it is still weird, something is up. Sleuth Susan went home and discovered that many robins have been stretched to the breaking point by the recent high/low extreme weather we’ve been having. Read more [1]