Wednesday, February 6, 2013
LISTENING FOR SPRING?
I don't know what's going on, but today I've noticed an inordinate number of robins around the cottage. Yes, contrary to popular opinion, a fair number of robins always hang around my corner of Ohio all winter—though they mostly stay back in the boggy patches and briar thickets. I see a few each week…but only a few; not a dozen or two birds at a time. Never this early in the year.
So why the plenitude in robins? What are such numbers of these red-breasted vernal harbingers up to, hopping and scratching about in the leaves and duff? The ground is fairly frozen, so there are yet no fat redworms available to be pounced upon and yanked up for a succulent meal.
No matter. The birds are here. Do they know something I don't? The weather has been relatively mild—it's 36˚F at the moment—and most of last week's snow has melted. My daffodils poked green shoots up weeks ago, but temperatures have turned more wintery since. Whether you go by the groundhog's shadow or the almanac, spring is more or less six weeks away. At least officially, astronomically—who knows when weather and season will truly align?
Optimist though I am, it neither looks nor feels like spring.
Still, those perky birds are here for a reason. And though I know better, it's hard to argue with a gang of robins. I swear they're listening for spring.