But Robert Robin was not listening to the other birds, he was looking to see what he could see.
The fields were green, for rain had fallen the day before, and the tangle of wild-rose bushes along the fence had burst into bloom. From the high place where he sat, Robert Robin could see the pink blossoms, and when the wind blew from their direction, he could smell the perfume of the flowers.
The farmer’s sheep were in their pasture, and the little lambs were frisking and playing with each other. A pile of lumber lay near the pasture gate, and the little lambs were running and jumping off the lumber pile. They were having great fun, and Robert Robin felt like laughing as he watched them.
Suddenly Robert Robin sat up very straight and jerked his tail up and down three times and said, “Tut! Tut! Tut!” He saw the farmer’s Maltese cat walking along on the rail fence, and the cat was coming towards the woods.
“I am afraid that big cat is coming over here!” said Robert Robin to himself. Mrs. Robin heard Robert Robin saying, “Tut! Tut! Tut!” so she came to see what was the matter.
“There is a big Maltese cat coming towards our tree!” said Robert Robin.
“Where is it?” asked Mrs. Robin, who was very much excited.
“On the rail fence!” said Robert Robin. “It is the same cat that I saw in the farmer’s garden!”
“That terrible cat will eat our baby robins!” said Mrs. Robin. “You must fly right at him and scare him away!”
“Perhaps it would be better to wait and see if something doesn’t happen!” said Robert Robin.