Every so often I am graced by her song—within the early morning chill. Behind the house she feathers her nest, so beautiful and bold, even in the dead of winter.
I will have to admit that the song of a robin is probably one of my top 10 favorite sounds. It reminds me of the warm seasons and carefree days to come. How unusual it is to be graced by her presence during this chilly season?
I first spotted her late last summer, months before the autumnal winds blew in and the weather turned cold. Although robins are a migratory bird, this chubby little beauty has set up base and spent the past winter foraging around our back yard.
She appears very happy, comfortable and is definitely not short of food where plenty of winter berries still hold fast to the hedges, beneath the frost and snow.
She stands firm and proud, when the wind blows in her face. And when the sun shines in her eyes, she just turns her head away...