To some people the first sign of spring is the arrival of the Robins, to others it is the first colour of the Forsythia Bushes turning bright yellow. This morning when I let Roscoe out for his early morning prowl around the backyard I discovered there was quite a gathering of odd things on my back step. Little pieces of grass, twigs and nest like gatherings. I didn't think to much of it until later on in the morning, when I was at my kitchen sink rinsing out some dishes, a movement in the rafters over my back step caught my eye. There she was. She seen me almost as soon as I seen her. She was gorgeous with her puffed up reddy brown chest. She was checking out my step to see if it would be an appropriate spot to bring her new little babies into the world. What a sense of delight I experienced. I was about to be proclaimed the new home for a Spring Robin and her babies, so I thought. As the morning progressed, I watched from my Kitchen window, as she tried to make a nest on a piece of board that was no wider then possibly 1 1/2". Oh she looked from one spot between the rafters to another. She brought twigs, hay, and anything else she could get her beak onto, to that narrow little shelf. She would nestle her tummy onto the items, trying so hard to get them to stay in place but to no avail. She tried three different spots in those rafters this morning but so far nothing has stayed put. We will have to see if she comes back tomorrow and tries again. So for me, this was definitely a sign of Spring's arrival.
So until tomorrow, Roscoe and I are "Good To Go"
Maplesugar.
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