When I was growing up in Ohio, we always watched eagerly for the first robins to return, as they signfied the return of spring. Every year, we would find at least one nest on the front porch with pale blue eggs and watch as the babies ate, grew, and fledged. Here in Tennessee, we seem to have robins year-round, but I seem to notice them more this time of year and think of their reminder of new life.
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