The ground is white,
The winds are wild,
They chill and bite;
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I barely feel my feet.
Some things are oddly different in nature. I grew up with robins in the States being a larger bird that showed the first signs of spring. Here in Europe, a robin is a tiny little bird that stays here year round and is very much a visitor to our garden even in the deep winter. He loves to even sit among the branches of any shrub to watch as I do odd jobs in the garden. He jumps and darts around mostly on the ground waiting for the seed that other birds carelessly throw from the feeders. He sometimes sits on the edge of a garden chair looking curiously in the cottage windows at me.
Photo from the BBC.co.uk website.