I saw one yesterday (a chickadee not a robin) and all of sudden
it's vernal time again. The snow may still be on the ground, but
when the tiny bird – with the ebony beret – shows up, I know
that winter is winding down, and the seasons will soon change.
I'm not normally an optimist, however, the song of that
feathered flier leaves me with hope for a brighter tomorrow and
I don't mind the cold like I did before. If that little bird can
sing when the wind chills are down around zero, then why should
I mope in the warm house? I should join him (or her) in
announcing that spring is on the way and be glad that we have
made the right choice. It's as though he (or she) welcomed us
just as they do the coming of springtime which doesn't seem so
far away. The cheeriness of the chickadee is an emotion I need
after several months of overcast, blustery winter. He (or she)
brings a hopeful glimpse of the future – and believe me, that's
what makes it easier for me. I needed to know about the tiny
bird which does so much for