The weather forecast says it’s going to be WARM next week. Can it be true?
At our house we are skeptical, a bit like wet West Coast versions of the winter-traumatized Canadians in this video from the Rick Mercer Show.
But the robin in our garden seems to be getting ready for something special, so maybe there’s some truth in the forecast this time.
NOTE: Videos to follow, so if you’re reading this as an email, CLICK HERE TO SEE THEM.
This joyful exuberance explains why the bird bath needs to be refilled every day …
When you’re anticipating tail-feather-shaking weather, you must have each and every tail feather in top condition.
Spring cleaning complete!
Tomorrow is a brand new day.
In the words of Van Morrison:
“When all the dark clouds roll away
And the sun begins to shine
I see my freedom from across the way
And it comes right in on time
Well it shines so bright and it gives so much light
And it comes from the sky above
Makes me feel so free makes me feel like me
And lights my life with love”
May your weekend contain as much fun and freedom as the robin.
Whatever the weather brings.
Was so tickled to see your spring robin. Spent my first 38 years in western Wash. where the robins were profuse. Birds have always been a special part of my growing up (and old) memories! In eastern Wash., at least the Tri-Cities area, they seem few and far between, so I feel blessed to always have one or two in my yard. It’s a race on spring mornings to see if my Pom and I can get outside before they begin their vocal greetings, as they always seem to be the first up and last to go to bed. Although they aren’t as musical as their songbird friends, I thrill to hear them. For some reason, it’s like telling me that in spite of all the tensions and hardships in the world, some things remain constant and reassuring – that’s my robins! Thank you for the pictures and clips. Always look forward to finding something with your name on it in my e-mail offerings. And, by the way, the crows and Daisy/Donald, my frequent mallard visitors, seem to enjoy hanging out at the large, covered ground feeder in my front yard with the quail, mourning doves, and for the past couple years, white doves, as well. They are so beautiful. I never tire of the sight of all my little feathered socializers getting together for meals and gossiping about the latest items of interest in their world.
Diane Spellman
Dear Diane, Lovely to hear from you. It sounds so lovely at your place, robins, ducks, doves, crows and co. It is true that birds are the best therapists when the world seems all too much. Or gardening, or poetry, or pottery … or whatever it is that soothes you soul. 🙂