I will make this short so as to spare everyone the long drawn out details.
During the few early spring-like days we had in mid-March I was innocently driving my car down the main drag towards my house when a Robin Redbreast (is there another kind?) darted in front of my car.... and I hit it.
I remember wondering if there was some fable attached to hitting the regionally accepted sign of the beginning of spring and if everyone would suffer the reprecussions of me killing said symbol.
This Sunday - the 15th of April - our forecast is for snow.
Truly, I am sorry.