It cheers me as I see from all the signs that spring is fast approaching. During the short warm spell we just had, my buttercups got confused and brought their bright sunny faces out of hiding only to be met by cold driving rains and chilly winds. They stood staunch and steady knowing that the sun was just around the corner ready to warm and invigorate them.
Another sign I see is the appearance of robins, those red-breasted beauties that hop and skip across the lawn, then streak to the nearest tree. Which, in my roundabout way, brings me to my story about a bird gone cuckoo. One morning, I heard a tapping sound. It didn't bother me at first. I thought it was something loose on my house. After this went on for some time, I investigated and found a chubby little robin pecking on my basement window. I had an owl figurine in the window, and thinking this might be the attraction, I moved it. But the robin just went to another window and pecked away. I try my best to believe that something good comes of everything, and running up and down the stairs like a mad woman did give me a lot of exercise.