Each year, I post my first robin sighting of spring, a sight I dearly love. My header is actually from last year, an early robin in the snow. But the rest are the first robin this year, which I saw last week, though I never could get a good shot. He was looking for worms, and got quite a few. Did you know the robin is an imposter? Just between you and me, he's not really a robin, but a member of the thrush family. He's not even related to the real robins, who live in England and are much smaller and very cute. I've noticed that most of the robins here don't even wait for spring, they come back way earlier, and then get caught in snow storms and all kinds of bad weather. I don't know why this is, perhaps they have the human trait of impatience. Here is a little conversation between a robin and a sparrow.
Said the robin to the sparrow:
"I should really like to know
why these anxious human beings
rush about and worry so."
Said the sparrow to the robin:
"Friend, I think that it must be
that they have no heavenly father
such as cares for you and me."