We are just at the start of another storm. It sounds like everything but the kitchen sink will be falling from the sky. On yesterday’s afternoon walk, Sophia and I noticed so many robins. Big groups of the them on different roofs and yards. We have never seen them at our feeder, so if they don’t get a meal from there, it must be slim pickings. Here is an old nursery rhyme:

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then,
Poor thing ?

He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!
From the Real Mother Goose