The north wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
A little song that troubled my little heart while in Grade 1, where I learned it...and we don't have a barn!
I took these pictures through my kitchen window - couldn't risk sending the birds away in a flutter by opening the door. Click on the little robin to enlarge the image and see the details.
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