I saw a
robin today in the bare branches of our lone apple tree in the front yard. It
regarded me for a moment with its dark eye, ringed with a small white band then
took flight toward the spruce line across the road.
I so
desperately want to think of it as a harbinger of an early spring, but I know
that some robins actually do overwinter in our area. What they consume, I can
only guess. Perhaps some of the winter berries which still cling to the shrubs.
Those robins that I do occasionally see in winter are quiet, where in spring
they will erupt each morning in birdsong.
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