My, my, my. Mr. Robin popped by!
One slight problem: our lawn is
buried under one foot of snow. It is
still coming down. We do have a sparse
few berries where you sheltered all
puffed up due to the snow and cold.
Poor, dear Mr. Robin. I don’t have any
worms to offer you for lunch. Apologies.
Perhaps another time and with advance
notice. I hope you have a warm place
to shelter in our tree. The menu of
hot seed in our bird feeder probably
does not hold your interest. The
woodpeckers and a few other brave
souls have ventured forth in this
bitter cold. I do hope you can
return to herald our springtime.
The calendar says it is now
winter, however. I know you are
probably aware of the weather.
The powerful Nor’easter is currently
impacting the Eastern coastal
regions. It is predicted that
copious amounts of snow will fall.
Mr. Robin, you probably already
know this. That is why you puff up
to keep warm. If I had those feathers,
I would probably be warm enough.
My mother used to hang some suet
on our apple tree in Colorado in winter
for our robins there. Please be safe and
warm tonight. Goodnight. Sweet dreams!