The north wind doth blow,I still have that book, and I read the same poem to our girls when they were young. It's just one of those things that always stuck with me.
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Well last Sunday, February 2 -- let me repeat that, February 2 -- I was sitting near a window when I heard a crazy noise: robins. I looked up in the leafless tree outside the window, and sure enough:
Those crazy birds. It was February 2.
Not unexpectedly, weather rolled in shortly after I saw the robins. We had wind, we had rain, we had snow, we had sub-freezing temperatures. What were those robins thinking, coming back to North Idaho on February 2?
Sure enough, I didn't see them again.
But this morning -- February 13 -- I heard another noise. Looking out the window at the same tree, I saw a red-winged blackbird singing his heart out.
Holy cow, you little avian wonders -- it's the middle of February! What are you thinking!
........Unless they know something we don't know............