It looks like all the old feeders are back, except one.
I haven't seen or heard my robin yet.
He grew up in my back yard and last winter he used to perch on my fence.
Then he would make this demanding call so I would know he was hungry.
And I would throw out some chokeberries.
He would gobble them down and then go do winter robin things.
The mourning doves are back.
The cardinals are back.
The robin isn't.
Maybe it's too early for him to be hungry enough to remember where he came from.
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