It's a small thing, but it means so much, when I notice one day in late February that I hear a bird singing outside in the snow. It occurs to me that I haven't heard a bird singing since some time around Thanksgiving. The small singing bird, hidden high up in a nearby tree, gives me hope and really lifts my spirits. The birds themselves seem to be glad to have made it through another winter, and so am I. Welcome spring!
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i think the robins are coming back here--i have heard a few, although i haven't seen them yet.
it's nice to hear something other than those nesting sparrows!
Yes we are hearing and seeing robins up here too. Probably the end of my Signs of Spring series, now that it's practically spring! After all, we've been to Swensen's and Stoddard's, and the A&W is open now. Even though snow is forecast for tonight, spring is (just about) here.
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