This past Saturday I drove to Ohio to spend several days with my dad. It was still winter when I left the house and the glacierettes along our driveway were topped with an inch of fresh snow.
But spring definitely is on the way. I shared the last rest stop before Indianapolis with a large flock of north-bound robins, who seemed to be dining on fallen crabapples and worms and grubs they found in patches of exposed mud.
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