This poor little fellow must have been blown off course by that Polar Vortex we had. Actually, there was a a group of 5 or 6 of them. Robins in January are truly unheard-of here. The very earliest I have ever seen them was mid-March. The bone-chilling cold was followed by a mild spell, so I hope they had a chance to find their way back to where they belong this time of year.