My mom told me that the first robins always get snowed on. Which isn't exactly that they predict snow, just a note about their arrival time seeming to always be a bit premature.
And I woke up the other morning to the strangest sound outside the door. Birdsong! How weird. And as I drove to work, two robins jousting in my neighbor's yard caught my eye.
And this morning? Howling winds and snow. The jays are up and about, farting around in the apple tree, but I don't see anyone else out there. ... Tough little goomers!