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The Easter Legend of the Robin
Once, long ago, a little bird in Galilee saw a large crowd gathered around a Man carrying a heavy wooden cross. On the Man's head was a crown made from a thorn branch. The little bird saw that the thorns were hurting the Man. It wanted to help Him, so it flew down and pulled out the longest, sharpest thorn with its tiny beak. As he did, a drop of blood from the thorn's wound dripped onto the robin's breast, staining it bright red.
The stain never went away. And so today the robin proudly wears a red breast, because it helped a Man named Jesus.
"Sit quiety, doing nothing,
spring comes, and the grass grows by itself."
- Zen saying
Hot cross buns were among the earliest Easter treats, made by European monks and given to the poor during Lent.
