Me thinks he's confused

I saw one of these yesterday.

"A Robin Redbreast in a cage puts all heaven in a rage." - William Blake.
I saw the first robin of the year yesterday. This isn't him, because I didn't have my camera. Thanks to Google images for this pic.

Really.

In Iowa, good ol' Robin Redbreast was the first harbinger of spring. Our neighborhood otherwise-migratory bird showed up on a neighbor's porch railing on January 17, sang to me a little bit, and hopped away.

Now, granted, it was 62 degrees yesterday when I spotted him.

But here's my conundrum: Does this bird mean that spring comes really early to the Front Range or do they just not migrate from the Centennial State? I suppose it's possible we're the southern stopping point for Iowa's robins ... after all, we're technically considered part of the American Southwest here. (Which I love, by the way.)

But if Colorado isn't a winter haven for the hardier of the robins, is this something to worry about? Should it tell me that Global Warming isn't as much a joke as the Eastern Seaboard would probably have us believe this year? Or, should it just tell me that everyone whose said this was simply a ridiculously warm season is right and winter will return with vengeance next month and brutalize us?

Either way, it's supposed to be in the mid 60s again today, so Andy and I are taking Jack for a long walk through our favorite little town of Manitou Springs. Carpe Diem, I say; and here's hoping that if winter's wrath returns, my favorite harbinger of spring finds a warm spot to roost.