It's gray and windy, but the wind isn't cold now, it's just spring wind.
The robin was back on our porch again, ready for attempt number two or three at building a nest over the light. I watched him (I think it was a him) fly back and forth a few times with clumps of dried grass, messing around, kind of stomping and flapping the stuff down, flying off for more. I hated to have to tell him that the eviction notice would be posted as soon as Mr. Fixit got home from his errands.
Just then a gust of wind blew the half-made nest to the ground, and the robin (intuitively?) did not return.
Also seen: a very bad squirrel with his head inside our bird feeder, stuffing his face as fast as he could. A chipmunk. Lots of violets.