Robins

All my life I have associated robins with springtime. Having grown up in Massachusetts, once you saw a robin, you knew spring had arrived.

Not so here – in Oregon. 

This morning we have oodles of robins in our yard. It is smack in the middle of winter, yet the robins are looking for worms right now, feasting away throughout our lush green grass.

I remember the first time I spotted robins on Christmas Day one year. That was so unusual to me, but not so for this area.

What we hold to be true at one time in our lives does change over time. Whether it’s our location, our perception, or our understanding and growth, change occurs.

Robins must be somewhere in the wintertime.