Spring is here, because the Robins just showed up and are crapping on everything. They do this every year and are almost never wrong. There is the exact moment when they come to consensus and head to our place. The mission is to eat all the remaining hackberries and crap on the car, and then they are gone. Heading north to repeat the process until they get to Minnesota, probably. They are the most common bird that I remember growing up.
Since this just happened, I am declaring SPRING. You’ve been warned. Now, I better rinse off the car before the Robin poop freezes tonight.