A couple of days ago, yet another foot of snow fell here. At one point during the storm, I looked out the glass door to the back deck to see if I should make my way out to clean off the bird feeder. There, fluffed up against the cold and sitting right up by the door, was a robin. As I watched, it moved down into the sheltered corner of garden between the house and the deck, where a bit of snow had melted. It spent a few minutes madly scattering the oak leaves that accumulate there, then hopped on along the foundation. I was relieved that it was able to fly away when it reached the corner of the house.
Learning From the Robins
Learning From the Robins
Learning From the Robins
A couple of days ago, yet another foot of snow fell here. At one point during the storm, I looked out the glass door to the back deck to see if I should make my way out to clean off the bird feeder. There, fluffed up against the cold and sitting right up by the door, was a robin. As I watched, it moved down into the sheltered corner of garden between the house and the deck, where a bit of snow had melted. It spent a few minutes madly scattering the oak leaves that accumulate there, then hopped on along the foundation. I was relieved that it was able to fly away when it reached the corner of the house.