robins in the snow

Despite the freak blizzard on Friday (although maybe not that freaky with global warming a.k.a. climate change a.k.a. global weirding), on my way to the bus stop this morning I saw more robins than I could count, rocketing back and forth from tree to tree, staking out bare patches of grass, looking wide-eyed and hopeful, singing cheerio, cheer-up, cheerio, cheer-up.