This morning I noticed a lot of birds in the crabapple tree in front of our house. To my surprise they were robins. Perhaps fifteen in our tree, and a lot more across the street and next door where there are other crabapple trees. Stepping outside for a moment, I could even hear some of them singing - a very faint version of their spring song. My guess is that this flock is preparing for its southerly journey - and that in another day or so they will be gone. Except, that is, for the pair that stays all winter, sitting mornfully in our tree all day long.