The robins have been back for a couple of weeks now. For the past eight years or so, they seem to be returning earlier and earlier. They bring with them the energy of new beginnings ... fresh and refreshed starts. In short, renewal.
This morning I spotted them dancing in the crabapple tree. It was a feast dance, for they were knocking down the old, dried apples and feeding on them with enthusiasm, a couple-few feet off the earth. I caught these images of them from my bedroom window, through two panes of glass and still had plenty of time to sit and enjoy their celebratory antics. It was a perfect start to my day.
And I feel renewal stirring in me … old dried verve shaking off to nourish some other entity … making room for revival.
That's what I made today.
Addendum: At second glance, I believe those last two photos are of a bluebird.