My husband called the kids to the patio doors this past Sunday. Seems these four robins flew all the way from Joann's house to our cajun cottage. What a visit!
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.
~ Old Nursery Rhyme
Cay, I so remember having to say the poem over and over and over again for you and Vince about poor Robin...you'll always loved to hear it repeated...no wonder I still remember the lyrics! :)Oma
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