Robins Take Spring by Force

When we think of how late spring this is this year, we focus on our own psyches and how depressing the whole things is.  But the animals have had enough too.  And I experienced full-on robin angst this morning.  

First I saw a robin fly into the yard.  The first one of the spring.  Then I saw another.  Wonderful, a pair.  And then another, and another, and another.  They were furious little things.  Ripping into any exposed leaf mold, turning it over, throwing it about, looking for anything that was thawed out enough to come back to life.  I took some time to admire them, took some photos, and then went about my morning.  I went to the sink.  Hmm.  There's a robin looking in the window at me.  I took out the compost.  The backyard was full of robins.  The trees, the sky, all full of robins.  All I could hear was their calls to each other.  It was amazing.  And still as I sit here typing, more robins, in the sky, on the fence, in the garden.  

Welcome, robins.  Hold on, spring has got to be here soon.  And it will be all the more beautiful for how precious it seems to us now.  So appreciated.  By humans, by robins, by ducks, by all.

Hello.  Yes, I'm stuck in here with these dishes.    

Kevin, meet Robin.  Robin, Kevin.

Big bird and little bird.  And of course, there at the bottom, 
a squirrel.  See its tail?  There's always a squirrel.

How many robins do you see in this tree? 

And here? 

And of course, the regulars.  The duck, the squirrel and I, we wait.  And what to do while we wait?
Well, we dream.