Robins, Why are You Here?

It was a frigid Canadian morning, as I walked from the park along the Welland River to the bakery.

All of a sudden, I heard the familiar twittering of a robin. I looked to find him in a tree with shriveled-up crabapples, hoping to find lunch.

On my return walk; after purchasing strudel and a walnut roll; I saw a whole flock of them flying from one tree to the next.

December was so mild; but I bet they are regretting their decision to stay now. I don’t think it is an early return, as it surely doesn’t feel like spring.

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