A stroll down to snowdrop valley

The robin sung a message of spring

We just stood there, overwhelmed, gazing at that little messenger. He sung and sung, as if heaven had given him the tunes. His feather breast beaming golden red in the gentle sunshine. His song was a promise of all the beautiful moments to come. Underneath him, between the roots of the hazel, flushes of white flowers, little snowdrops peeping out the cold soil. The first we glimpsed this year. Spring was already in the air. One could breathe it in.

Watching the robin I asked myself whether it could be the same robin we rescued last summer. What if….nevertheless a precious moment to remember.

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