March 23, 2010
A robin stops in the pine tree outside my front window, and then parks on the window ledge to peer in at me. I know he is only looking at his reflection in the window there, maybe his attention caught by the piano notes of Sweet Georgia Brown from the stereo. This would be the first robin of spring. It is the first one I have noticed. It is supposed to mean something. I am pawing back in my string and straw mage man mind for this meaning. No, I am not supposed to cook the bird and eat it.