My once thriving hanging plant is looking awfully sad these days. Mother Robin is guarding it carefully.
And who can blame her when she's protecting such cuties.
A far cry from just one week ago.
They are surprisingly quiet, but Mother isn't. She makes quite a ruckus when she thinks I'm near. Like when I'm snapping pictures of her babies. Or when I'm minding my own business, working on the yard.
I keep checking the nest, hopefully I'll catch it when they are all out learning to fly, so I can quickly water this poor thing. It has come back from this level of neglect before, so if it can just hold on a couple more days, I think it will be okay.
And who can blame her when she's protecting such cuties.
They are surprisingly quiet, but Mother isn't. She makes quite a ruckus when she thinks I'm near. Like when I'm snapping pictures of her babies. Or when I'm minding my own business, working on the yard.
I keep checking the nest, hopefully I'll catch it when they are all out learning to fly, so I can quickly water this poor thing. It has come back from this level of neglect before, so if it can just hold on a couple more days, I think it will be okay.
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We have our own nest, quite low in one of our cedar trees. K keeps sitting up or standing on her back legs, for minutes at a time, looking in at them. She is obsessed. Today she make a big chomp toward the nest, and seemed quite shocked when I yelled about it! It's good that Oliver is not trying to get up in there :)
What a clever girl K is! Standing on her back legs to get a look at the birdies. That would be a great picture. I'm just really lucky that I can keep him away from the babies on the front porch, because he is a bird dog, through and through.
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