Waiting on a Meal
These last few days there has been so much to do about me walking through the backyard. The blackbirds are in a snit even though I have no idea where their nests are.
Baby Robins waiting for some fresh worms
When Mrs. Robin began dive bombing me, it did make me take notice. When I realized where her nest was I made sure to make a huge arc around the area so she could be left in peace. I am not sure if there was no room in the inn or if she preferred the great outdoors for her nest. With all the rain we have had I wish we had put an awning on the birdhouse. The lawns are soft due to all the rain we have had and there is no shortage of worms for the mama.
I took to a patio chair with a cup of coffee and watched the many, many trips Mama Robin made. There are actually four babies crammed into her nest. Regardless of the multiple trips, the mouths continued to be open and ready for the next treat.
It will in interesting to see how the babies do when they are about to make their solo flights. We do have several neighborhood cats that cross the yard and they have all they can do to get from point A to point B. Those self same blackbirds delight in dive bombing the cats, so I hope the cats will have their own safety in mind and leave the babies alone as they take their maiden voyages.