“Well,”
I said, “it doesn’t look good.”
I
had intended to write a parody of the old song “When the Red, Red Robin Comes
Bob, Bob Bobbin’ Along”; but I’ve reconsidered; mostly because I couldn’t come
up with one that wasn’t totally gruesome.
However,
I will share this with you. Winter has been harsh across the nation. We have
survived it rather well out here on the plains. I attribute it to our
self-reliant culture as Ranchers and Farmers. It has been a long winter and everyone
is looking for signs that spring is truly headed our way. Ruth Anne told me that she
was very tired of winter weather and asked if one robin means spring is coming,
would over a hundred of them at once mean that it is coming very soon?
My
answer (with apologies to F.P. Church)…Yes Ruth Anne there is a spring. It exists as
surely as Ranchers and Farmers. It exists through our belief that the coming
spring will make for better crops and livestock. It exists because we will it
to. It springs eternal in every cabin-fever infected soul. And it lives in the heart of every robin, as
long as we control our cats.
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