Robins, a Plethora

We came home from church this afternoon to a plethora of robins. They were scattered and swooped and sprinkled and hopped all over our yard, we nearly ran one over on the gravel drive, she was so focused on bathing in a puddle, surrounded by golden poplar leaves - I slowed and she belatedly exploded out of her sadly-disturbed contemplative bath to fly up among her brethren in the trees.

And oh, the trees! We climbed out of the car and just said "Listen! Listen! Listen!" to one another in wonder, the air was filled with birdsong. Uncountable numbers of robins leaping about the branches, twirling about with one another in the air, watching us from shrubs, the back of the benches, the top of the fence; it was one of those lovely transcendent moments, the sunlight and rain-washed earth all aglow in their autumn finery and filled to the brim with the moving music of migrating robins.

Tuck moments such as these away and treasure them, such a brightness for any darker day ahead.