Maybe I watched Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds too often. Several times today Bode had to go to the window when a robin was fluttering against it. Not sure if it was trying to intimidate its own reflection or if it genuinely wanted to come in.
It has been cold all week, even had snow flying a couple days, enough to make the ground white. Clara’s yellow and purple crocuses by the mailboxes by Montgomery Lane were out. The daffodil leaves and buds are up, suppose they will need a day or two of good sunshine to bring them out.
Robin invasion
