Yesterday, I spotted the first robin of the season by our pond. I’m hoping it is a prescient robin with inside info that we are going to get a nice early spring. I mean, we’ve already had a bit of false spring just recently. The other alternative is that it is a robin that flunked out of its Migration 101 class and will be found frozen solid next to me as I attempt to shovel a meter of snow from an upcoming blizzard. I did see the robin trying to get a drink of water out of the frozen pond, so I’m not too optimistic.