I lost all my respect for having Robins being the true harbingers of spring. Saw a flock of about 12 of them huddled under the neighbors tree. Even though I don't speak their language nor they mine, I thought I heard some mention of the Donner Party. A couple of them looked nervous and I don't think they were building nests but drawing straws to see who might be on the dinner menu. I have no sympathy, their flight south for the winter is cheaper than mine. Oh Mother Nature thou art a cruel mistress.