The other day I noticed a robin hopping around our backyard picking up pieces of dry grass in its beak. Then he flew up into the willow tree next to our house and added the grass to a nest he was building. I was excited to see it building a nest in our tree. Ever since I was a kid I've had a soft spot in my heart for robins. They sing so prettily and it cracks me up how fast their tiny feet move when they run around on the ground. And their eggs are that wonderful shade of blue.Labels: the middling outdoors