Robins are more of a migratory bird where I live. Few stay and it's usually rare to see any after the Spring migration.
I was at my mother's house, when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning, I saw a Robin feeding two indignant and hungry hatchlings. Within moments of feeding the tiny birds, she was gone after another meal.
After a few minutes, she returned to feed and quickly settled in for a short rest. Creeping up slowly, I came as close as I dared and snapped a photo.
The nest is resting on top of the bricks by the front window. I'm surprised I didn't notice it, but don't remember seeing it when I sprayed the house for insects earlier in the season.
In Case You've Wondered
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I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.
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Remember not to get mad when there's long white streaks going down the bricks in a couple of weeks!
ReplyDeleteI will. I can always clean bricks, but the opportunity to watch such things are few in life.
ReplyDeleteWhen it's time for them to learn to fly, their luck will be short at best. There's no lower limbs to land on, so the trip to the ground may be their last.
If I'm there at that time, I'll relocate the young birds to a bush, or a tree, to increase their chances of survival.