While coming in from the garage a bit ago, I heard a very summery bird call. It was a robin, whose song is etched into my childhood memory of warm summer evenings at dusk. Sure enough, a pair of robins, looking for food or scraps for nest-building, decended into my yard. What an uplifting sight for northern Ohio in early January.
A naturalist friend of mine told me that many robins go into the deep woods during the winter rather than flying South. Apparently this pair journeyed out for a bit of adventure. Whatever the reason, it perks up an otherwise dull winter's day.
