Cider Press Hill

Will spring be early?

While I was outside filling up the bird feeders, I heard a robin singing. I looked out toward the hill and there was one lone robin, all puffed up on this frigid morning, singing his little heart out. After a few moments, he hopped over to the sumac and began pecking away at the fruit.

So, either this poor robin is crazy or he knows something the rest of us don’t. I’m favoring bird instinct and that he knows spring will be early.

Posted on 02/09/06 at 09:45 AM
 




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