I heard a robin chirping when I stepped outside one morning earlier this month. It was a young robin, a fledgling I thought, perhaps just out of the nest.
An adult robin sang from a tree nearby. A third robin on the ground picked something up from the grass, flew the short distance to the youngster which greeted it with loud chirps and open beak.
Summer time, I thought, as I watched the robins and looked around for more young ones.
I didn’t need the robins to tell me it was summer. The days...