Hop, Hop, Hop

Once I saw a little bird
Go hop, hop, hop,
So I said: – little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?

Then I was going to the window
To say “How do you do?”
But he shook his little tail,
And away he flew!
(Nursery Rhyme)

I spent many a wonderful moment this morning watching a group of robins hopping about in our late winter yard. Their deep rich orange breasts moved up and down, as their tiny feet propelled them through the short yellowed winter grass.

One would hop a few feet, look about, and then his mate would follow shortly behind him. No flying at all from any of them, just hopping, looking, and hopefully, eating something.

It seemed a good sign to me, that indeed, spring is on its way.

“He rocks in the treetops all day long, hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song

All the little birds on Jaybird Street love to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet

Rockin’ robin (tweet-tweet-tweet), rockin’ robin (tweet-tweedilly-tweet)

Go rockin’ robin ’cause we’re really gonna rock tonight.” – Jimmie Thomas

Hop on, little robins, hop on. πŸ™‚ Love, Lisa

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