I took the grainy photo, above, through my bedroom window, a few days ago, of a robin redbreast. Robins are usually associated with the coming of spring. I found it a bit odd to see it flitting about in the snow, before it lighted upon a porch step to eat the worm it found. There were several robins running about, looking so adorable in their movements. I love seeing them run here and there.
You have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malcontent; to relish a love-song, like a robin redbreast.
-William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona (1590s), Act II, scene 1, line 16.
Welcome, welcome, little stranger,
Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
We are glad to see you here,
For you sing “Sweet Spring is near.”
-Louisa May Alcott, “To The First Robin,” 1840
Robin redbreast on the ground,
Pecking, hunting all around
For a tasty worm or slug
Or a creeping, crawling bug
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage