Though robins have traditionally been a sign of spring, they live year-round in Ann Arbor. In the winter, they're quite gregarious, moving in flocks and, more often than not, traveling place-to-place with starlings. In recent days, I've been seeing plenty of robins hanging out along the roadsides, especially in areas where the snow has melted. When they cross the road -- and it's quite often -- robins tend to fly quite low, making them easy targets for passing cars.
The robin I found today along Ann Arbor-Saline Road was likely a victim of such an accident. As I stooped to pick up the body, I saw several robins nearby, very much alive, pecking at the earth.
Note the blood on the beak: a telltale sign of a window or car collision. I've never before seen a robin so closely, and like the junco of a few months ago, I marveled at just how beautiful this bird's feathers were.