Papa took these pictures today of robins bird-bathing in front of our house. Winter is so silent here that when we hear the sound of birds singing outside we feel like cotton has been removed from our ears and shackles from our souls (okay, a little melodramatic). Suffice it to say we are thrilled that spring is inching its way northward, the snow in all of its compacted drift-ness is inching its way downward, and fluttering, feathered ones are returning back to our skies (and our doorsteps, as it were).
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Wow! Great photos! I completely feel your joy as we are shackled by the same dreadful winters. I always forget how LONG the winter gets and around February thinking it will never end! Then the robins come and a great sigh of relief goes up from the Midwest!
Thanks, Aubri! I appreciate Vivaldi's "Spring" more every year -- sigh of joy after sigh of relief after sigh of joy. :D
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