Robin Red Breast Singing in the Morning

Yesterday morning when I walked outside I saw this gorgeous American Robin sitting on the fence post. It was only 19 degrees, so he was puffed up into a round orange ball for warmth, making him look huge! Robins are so steady and sweet. They have a beautiful song and go about their business in such a happy way.

I'm a robin, and I'm singing...and it's cold out,

but that's okay with me because I'm happy, and

I have all these orange feathers for puffing....

Later in the morning while reading my email, Sara sent me this little quote, a perfect match for the singing sweetie on my fence post.

On every vernal morning a wave of Robin song rises on the Atlantic coast to hail the coming day, and so, preceding the rising sun, rolls across the land until at last it breaks and dies away upon the distant shores of the Pacific Ocean.
Edward Howe Forbush, ornithologist,1925