When the northern part of the country has an especially cold winter, we will sometimes get robins that migrate this far south. Being a Michigan girl at heart, I am beside myself with joy when I see them. Alas, it is the time of year when all of the migrating birds leave us and try their luck up north. I miss robins and eastern bluebirds and . . . chipmunks! I miss them, too! I miss columbine and trillium and all of the other flowers I grew up loving. I am doing a pretty decent job of embracing this place we have called home for the past nine years - but something about my birthday month gets me feeling a little nostalgic for the flora and fauna of my home state.
And so . . . we made robins. And the littles kept calling them parrots. And I really had to stretch a little to make this relevant for them but in the end they just had fun making Ms. Kathy's favorite bird.