The pallet of the landscape is transforming from subtle browns and tans, exploding to splashes of hot pink, white, yellow, and purple. The sweet smelling crabapple blossoms, showering down papery petals in a gentle breeze, blanket the landscape. The rustling, hatter, and singing of the wildlife have filled the once still air. Spring is here! I peer out my bedroom window to watch the dance of the robins in the crabapple trees. Pecking a few of the faded fruits remaining from winter, Mr. Robin urgently searches for a home to impress Mrs. Robin. This is a busy time for the migratory birds, just arriving back home after a long flight. Some species of birds fly thousands of miles from Central America, Mexico, or South America to arrive at their final destination. In the southeast, our American Robin, Turdus migratorius, is with us all year long. In a matter of days,…
