Get yourself an egg…

Here comes Spring. She’s unsure. So am I.

When I stumbled down the stairs this morning, all bleary-eyed and caffeine-free, I saw that four American Robins had sneaked across the border under cover of night. Seeing as it was the American/Canadian border, those robins probably snuck. But, hey. Whatever.

They arrived.

They’re struttin’ their business around the yard, with their big red breasts all out front and their feathers thrown back. I’m seeing some real ‘tude.

And speaking of ‘tude…

Spring, baby. I own it.

Get yourself an egg. You can own it, too.