Years ago when I lived in East Moline, Illinois, and my dad lived in Tyler, Texas, he would write his "Robin" letter. He would wake up one morning and his front yard would be filled with Robins. He would write me because that meant they were coming my way and to hang in there, Spring would soon arrive. I always enjoyed getting those Robin letters. I have no clue whether there was any truth to it, but it is one of my special memories of my dad.