After our week relaxing in Florida, it was difficult to wake up this morning not only to go back to work, but also to venture out into the ice and snow that had nicely accumulated while we were away. I was cheered by a small flock of robins glimpsed on a berry bush. But when I arrived at my office, I was irrationally saddened to see that one of my bird feeders had blown off the window and was buried in snow. Moving from one habitat to another, vastly different one feels like a form of culture shock, making me wonder if, as an animal, I'm truly suited for this cold place where I was born.
In the snowy bush,
dark robins from Newfoundland
more at home than I.
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