Every year along about the end of February, when things really need to start looking toward spring in order to bring the human soul out of winter, I watch, wait, and listen for the return of robins to Indiana. Other birds may be more beautiful or have sweeter songs, but to me, robins are one of the first signs of renewal and new life. They are a part of the natural order of things. Just as the sun will come up in the morning, so will the robins return to the north country near my birthday.
Every year, I watch for them. I know they will come, just as sure as I know my own name, but what joy it gives me to see my first robins of the season! It doesn't count if others have seen them already. I have to have my own personal witness in order to be reassured that all's right with the world. And today, February 27, 2019, I saw several of them in a yard just down the street from home. They're here! I can breathe now!
Welcome, little birdies of springtime! I will sing the sun up with you in the morning!
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