Walking the dog yesterday morning I counted 25 robins along the way.
Today there were 20 in Clara's yard across the street and 7 in our yard.
Robins, robins, robins. Robins everywhere!
I don't remember ever seeing so many at one time, especially this time of year.
Bern told me maybe I have, but have forgotten. (The woman has a list of my forgettings....)
But I'm not complaining. Robins are good.
And it's 50 degrees today.
What could be better than when the red, red robins come bob, bob, bobin' along?
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
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