"Rockin Robin"-Leon René

After a dreary February, I opened the door this morning to bright sunshine and joyous birdsong. A robin sitting in a tree was enthusiastically serenading the neighborhood. My first thought? Thank heavens your back. How I have missed you.

Support Staff was so giddy from excess vitamin D, he grabbed all the plastic bread bags containing stray bits and rushed outside. The shear number of them was a little embarrassing. He raced around dumping bread under the trees. If I had thought beef was an incentive to robins, I would have sacrificed his dinner as well.

There was time when we used to leave clumps of hair from our brushes for the birds. But after getting dive bombed a few times, we had to abandon that practice.