I saw my my first robin this morning in my backyard. I am not sure about other colder parts of North America, but in my house a robin signified the coming of spring. Robins were smart and they would not make their way back, flying all the way home from who knows where, if it wasn't going to stay warm outside.
Robins sightings were a big thing in my house. I remember my grandparents calling us to say they had already seen three robins in their backyard. I used to run to the window to see if I could see any in our backyard but it usually took the robins longer to find their way to us.
Happy Monday!
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