The old saying is that it will snow on the robin's tail three times before spring is sprung. My mum, however, upped the number to 7 being that we live in Nod.
I can't tell you when the robins returned this spring (I wasn't paying attention) but, despite our mild winter, their little tails have been dumped on twice already that I know of.
Early this past Friday morning, we got about 5" of snow and this weekend we received another 11" or a bit more.
I am grateful, though, that it wasn't the 21" Cathy from Acorn Hollow received.
Little blessings - I'll take 'em.
Regardless, it is a strange sensation to wake to the muffled stillness created by a heavy snowfall and have it pierced by the cacophony of a bobbin of robins descending on the berried trees.
I am glad they have the berries and seeds to tide them over until Spring is brave enough to show her face again and melts this stuff.
But I do wish I had a barn for them to sit in, poor things.
