I’m so ready for spring. Some may argue that today’s temperature, 72 degrees, is a sign of spring. But to me, the one definitive sign of spring is spotting a robin. Seeing a robin means spring is never far behind. So tonight, after a late and long meeting, I decided I really needed to find that robin.
Setting out in my sneakers, yoga pants, and sweatshirt, I became that bird detective. I wasn’t walking to get my 10,000 steps; I wasn’t walking to meet my daily fitness goal; I wasn’t walking to lose weight. It was an “I’m going on a robin-hunt walk.” Starting up the hill, the streetlights flickered on, beginning to illuminate.
Cheer-i-lee! Cheer-i-up! Cheer-i-oh! Cheer-i-lee!
My eyes glanced upward, searching the sky, searching the trees. Was that a robin? I thought they only came out in the morning.
My eyes spotted a bird flying overhead and alight on an upper branch of the still-leafless maple tree. Red breast! Slate-gray feathers! Yes, a robin!
I whipped out my phone. Could I get the photo in time?
The skittish robin, as if camera shy, flew off in search of another limb.
Cheer-i-up! Cheer-i-oh! Good-night! I’ll see you again soon.
I turned and continued up the hill. My spirits felt as high as the robin’s flight.
Spring is here!
Below is a short YouTube video about the American Robin. At about 1:47, the robin sings his beautiful song.