Robins

I always look for Robins as the weather begins to lean toward spring. In Texas, I’ve heard when you see the first Robin, winter is over. That has proved true, by my observation though the years. But this year during the first week in January, I looked out the window as I ate breakfast, and noticed several Robins hopping on the ground below our large Bradford pear tree. Every time I glanced out, they had multiplied and were flying up and down under the tree limbs. They seemed to be gleefully playing. Noticing movement in the bare branches, I was amazed at the number of Robins, just like decoration on a Christmas tree. I started counting on the ground, in the tree, in the air—10, 20, 30, 40, even more. It was a delightful, unbelievable sight. Well, so much for folklore……... I’m still breaking ice on the horse troughs in the morning. Winter is not over.