FIRST ROBIN OF THE BAYFIELD SPRING |
Yesterday afternoon I thought I heard the unmistakeable song of a robin in the front yard, and looking for the source I saw this lone bird among the still naked tamarack branches.
It will have to subsist on last summer's fermenting crabapples, as the earth worms have not as yet emerged trom the frigid soil.
"One swallow doth not a summer make," nor one robin a spring.
But, I'll take it!
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