25 March 2025 (snowflakes)
Kristen Lindquist
snowflakes larger
as the afternoon dims . . .
foraging robins
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Filtering by Tag: robin
snowflakes larger
as the afternoon dims . . .
foraging robins
spitting snow . . .
a flock of robins scatters
through the sumacs
a serious case
of the munchies
winter robins
American Robins decimate the remaining multiflora rose hips. This time of year flocks of robins roam around looking for whatever fruits and berries they can find to get through these last months of winter.
robins crowd
the roadside sumacs
January thaw
strong morning light
the injured robin
avoids rescue
forget-me-nots
hidden by tall grass . . .
a fledgling’s loud chip
feels like summer . . .
a robin flies from her nest
with a fecal sac
snow glare
a tree full of robins
almost singing
worm moon
the robin’s singing
louder than the river
soft morning rain
after weeks of silence
the robin’s song
morning coffee
we listen to a robin
instead of each other