Sami, in snow.

I don’t feed the birds.

Instead, I do my utmost to plant and preserve the native plants of the land.

Today, in the middle of a little cold snap, I was rewarded with the sight of a robin feeding on the wrinkled fruits that hang on my Pacific Crabapple tree.

I am not sure if robins ‘cache’ their food for the future, but I’d like to imagine that this robin made a mental note last summer to come back to this tree waiting with its preserved bounty.

Last summer, when his world was a’brim with choices.