Frosty Morning at Little Piney Sunday morning I awoke to the sound of hundreds of Robins and the sight of a frosty earth. Flashing red in the sun, the Robins flew from the woods in groups of 20-25 and perched in bare elms among Cedar Waxwings, Chipping Sparrows, and Cardinals. Robins Mist on Dragonfly Pond I threwContinue reading