We came across a field of robins the other day. Thousands of them, all in one field, gathering insects from the grassy earth. I have never seen so many Robins at once. You couldn't help but smile as these red breasted birds fluttered about in anticipation for Spring.
As our last week of Winter slowly winds into Spring, I leave you with this poem:
If there comes a little thaw
Still the air is chill and raw.
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring."
-Christohper Pearce Cranch