This is a Post from a few Springs ago but I find that it is still so appropriate even today. The Dog that I had back then was named Roscoe and he was a beautiful Sheltie.
To some people the first sign of spring is the arrival of the Robins, to
others it is the first color of the Forsythia Bushes turning bright
yellow. This morning when I let Roscoe out for his early morning prowl
around the backyard I discovered there was quite a gathering of odd
things on my back step. Little pieces of grass, twigs and nest like
gatherings. I didn't think to much of it until later on in the morning,
when I was at my kitchen sink rinsing out some dishes, a movement in
the rafters over my back step caught my eye. There she was. She seen me
almost as soon as I seen her. She was gorgeous with her puffed up reddie
brown chest. She was checking out my step to see if it would be an
appropriate spot to bring her new little babies into the world. What a
sense of delight I experienced. I was about to be proclaimed the new
home for a Spring Robin and her babies, so I thought. As the morning
progressed, I watched from my Kitchen window, as she tried to make a
nest on a piece of board that was no wider then possibly 1 1/2". Oh she
looked from one spot between the rafters to another. She brought twigs,
hay, and anything else she could get her beak onto, to that narrow
little shelf. She would nestle her tummy onto the items, trying so hard
to get them to stay in place but to no avail. She tried three different
spots in those rafters this morning but so far nothing has stayed put.
We will have to see if she comes back tomorrow and tries again. So for
me, this was definitely a sign of Spring's arrival.
So until tomorrow, Roscoe and I are "Good To Go"
And now Katie, Ayasha and I
Maplesugar.
So until tomorrow, Roscoe and I are "Good To Go"
And now Katie, Ayasha and I
Maplesugar.
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