Where I grew up – in New York State – robins (that is, the American robin, which is a thrush) were considered to be the first sign of spring. In central Pennsylvania, “spring” alerts are somewhat different.
I’ve noticed that the first flocks of robins arrive in January, which is hardly spring (and this, despite climate change, goes back some 15 years when I first arrived in State College). No matter. Whenever robins do appear, I enjoy seeing them again.
The robin above was one of about a dozen that were working the bramble edge and turning over leaves about sixty feet from my door.
