The robins are here; they came back about a week ago. In snow and ice. It seems they return earlier every year.
Why would they return when the weather is so bad? Do they migrate according to the weather, or time? Anyway, they are busily fighting over territory now.
I heard the sweet
voice of a robin,
High up in the maple tree,
Joyously, singing his happy song
To his feathered mate, in glee!...
If we could be like this tiny bird,
Just living from day to day,
Holding no bitterness in our hearts
For those we meet on our way...
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "Heaven on Earth"