On Monday evening, when I popped out to get a log for the fire, I thought I heard a robin churr. However, a quick look around didn’t reveal any robins. On Tuesday morning, I heard the call again and set out to find the source. Sure enough, there he was, high up in a tree. The first robin of spring! He chose a beautiful, blue-skied, sunny day for his first appearance. Another first to check off as the new season slowly takes hold.
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