We have a robin’s nest in our back yard with 3 nestlings. I can hear Momma robin nearby, nervous about me and my camera. I’m careful not to disturb them too much, not to stay too long. I hope they make it. I hope for a lot of things like civility, peace, love, acceptance. It should be alright to hope for this one little thing extra—that baby robins grow up.
It rained for about an hour or so before I could get out to
the crabapple to check the progress of the robin hatchlings. Yesterday there
were two unhatched eggs but there was a definite hole in one of them.
There are now 4 hatchlings, although the biggest one looks
pretty sluggish—and appears to sport a fair-size blister on its butt.
It’ll be at least a week before they look like anything but
a light snack for a crow. They’ll get to that little dinosaur stage a few days
beyond that. It’ll take a couple of weeks before they fledge—at least the ones
who survive. This would be the first time I’ve been able to get video clips.
Last year I got snapshots for a little slideshow.
Baby robins last year
I was surprised at how close the parents allowed me to get.
I could have reached out and touched them.
Sena mentioned seeing small birds flying out of the Colorado Blue Spruce on the other side of the front yard. I looked long and hard before I found anything that resembled a nest. Frankly it looks like something that could have been in use last year.
Another nest?
On the other hand, I also noticed the branches shaking in
that tree later in the afternoon. And I recall seeing a chipping sparrow streak
out of there, perch on the crabapple and chirp at me—nervously.
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