Three eggs hatched. Little scrawny necks and heads appeared.
Mother robin spent every waking moment ferrying bugs and worms to her brood. We had to keep going inside because she wouldn't go near her nest when we were around. Clara and I were actually lucky enough to see a feeding one day. Very cool.
The birdettes sat there for hours on end with their beaks open.
They grew and grew. They pooped and pooped.
Finally, they seemed to get full, and stopped begging.
One of them left the nest one evening, and hopped around on the grass for awhile. We kept the cats inside as a precautionary measure. The following day, the nest was empty, and one of the babies was in our tree.
It was really a treat to be a part of the whole thing. Now, it is time to clean up the mess. I guess they don't call them "dirty birds" for nothing. I keep thinking of Barbara Kingsolver and the bird mites. Makes me itchy.
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