Robins

The birds are migrating North and we are lucky to be part of the North American Fly-way that millions of different birds travel every fall and spring. This morning there were about 300 robins stopping for food, water, and rest in the backyard. They have a beautiful, lilting song and the trees and ground were loud with singing. I stood still in the early sunlight holding my coffee cup and watched them hop and flutter and dance. By late morning they were gone, flying to destinations a thousand miles from here; no luggage, no tickets, no itinerary. Safe travels little friends.