I thought it was high time a robin put in an appearance, both in my yard and on this blog, but they took their sweet time this year. I was hearing all sorts of sightings reported by friends and family, and I was seriously beginning to wonder if these little harbingers* of springtime were even going to show me their faces this year. And if they didn’t, would it even really be spring? I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that robins are about as quintessential to the advent of spring as pussy willows.
But, one bright morning this week, I heard a new yet familiar bird call through the window, and spotted a pair of handsomely erect rust-breasted worm-hunters running and hopping across the yard. I melted a dark spot in the frosty grass sitting perfectly still until one (skeptically) got close enough for this shot. So, just in case you needed reassurance, I thought I’d pass the news on to you that all is well, after all. Spring really is here.
*Harbinger: “A person or thing that announces or signals the approach of another.”
“How beautiful…are the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, “Your God reigns.” (Isaiah 52:7)
Rejoicing Hills 