We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Turdus in the snow: What an ugly name for almost everyone's favorite American Bird bird (except for the Ruffed Grouse), our good buddy Turdus migratorius. The Robin. We have small flocks of them all winter here, living on berries and old fruit, but they are on the move north now, and we see more - mainly flocks of males.
Yesterday I heard their spring song for the first time. Today we have snow and that spring song has been put on hold.
Did you know that they used to be hunted for food? And that they are really woodland thrushes who have found a way to adapt to suburbia?
I echo Leag's comment above. As a tradition, every spring when I see my first robin, I say out loud in a deep, ponderous tone:
"The robin; harbinger of spring."
Red-breasted robins are the drunks of the bird world. I grew up surrounded by them and they provided us with endless hours of amusement as kids. They get drunk from eating ripe pyracantha berries, stagger around, fly into things, and even sound drunk when they're chirping.
And they say Mother Nature has no sense of humor.
Did you catch the typical humans-are-bad slant in the linked article, it being on a "nature" site?
"...the robin is the most widespread thrush in North America thanks to a tolerance for human-modified habitats."
Yeah, those robins sure are "tolerant" of the fifteen billion worm beds we provide for them, aka "lawns." As you watch them pull one juicy worm after another out of the freshly manicured lawn, you can just feel the inhumanity. :)
I'm lookin' forward to sharing some rum soaked raisins with our winged buddies.
It snowed here today, a fresh spring fall of about 4" between 5 and 10 am this morning after I had a conversation around 4am with a couple of racoons that water from the pot of water on the front porch.
Racoons are bold critters and advance when met in the yard.