"It might as well be Spring..."

The birds are singing fit to burst, the sun is shining, I counted fifteen daffodils by the red telephone box outside the post office yesterday, and the first bumble bee of the year just bumbled passed my window. Even the sky is looking higher today.
I would say all these signs point to spring being firmly established; only I have just heard that they are predicting a cold-snap for tomorrow - and what will cock robin do then, poor thing?

"He'll hide in a barn, and keep himself warm,

with his head tucked under his wing, poor thing."