Look! Buffalo!

Catharsis

When The Red Red Robin Comes Bob Bob Bobbin Along A friend who'd just moved to MD from New York in the 60's once exclaimed, as we drove past a herd of cows in the Maryland countryside, "Look! Buffalo!"  Tom Mann grew up in the Washington D.C. area.  He evidently saw his Buffalo, LOL. The Robin's song still carries me back to my Chicago yoot, even to the point of sensing our neighborhood's  springtime smell and, for some god-only-knows reason, the Jewel Tea grocery store?? Every time the temp here plunges below 32º, as it has now,  we are plagued with Robins.  I say plagued because they dominate our heated watering hole and are the poopiest birds I've ever seen. The railing only looks clean here because I'd just doused it with a bucket of hot water to clean the black and white gobs of birdshit they deposit.  And they're not singing.