Forgot to mention at the time--after a spring rain last week, we had fourteen count 'em fourteen robins on the back lawn at one time. They were picking at something--seeds? bugs?--and it must have been good feeding because they seemed reluctant to leave, even when I moved a curtain. AS say robins: some of them looked almost like the wood thrushes I used to see back in Kentucky--kin to the robin, I gather, but endowed with the most beautiful birdsong I have ever heard.
A grand moment in its own right, and especially so for a state that seems to be in the midst of a drought. Easterners may not see the point: we Californians get all our rain between October and March; it's suppose to build up in snowpack in the Sierra, and then we move it all around and draw on it the rest of the year. We're deep in deficit right now, and there is talk of cutting off supply to the vegetable belt down in the San Joaquin one (one of the richest/poorest Congressional districts in the nation). We have had a bit of rain this past week or so, though, and it is raining again this morning. And robins are never, ever a bad sign.