The thermometer took a sharp downward turn today,
and the robins must have known about it ahead of time, because by yesterday,
the last of the migrating flocks that had been passing through were nowhere to be seen.
On Thanksgiving morning our back yard was alive with their motion.
A few of them drank from the birdbaths, but most of them
preferred the puddles that had formed in the tarp covering the woodpile.
They drank deeply, lifting their heads in gratitude after each swallow.
It seemed so appropriate for the day - so appropriate for every day.
And so, watching them, I lifted my heart in gratitude, too.
There are still some robins around.
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