As I write this, I’m sitting on my patio in the cool of the early morning springtime watching a mommy robin feed squiggly brown disgusting things to the little ones in her nest, which she decided to make in a hanging basket outside my back door. When I think of what we used to have for our young’uns to eat back in the 80’s (strained peas and carrots???), I guess to each his own.
Now she’s taking a bit of a break, just sitting on the babes keeping them warm. Not that moms ever really take a break—yep, there she goes again, off to get more disgusting brown squiggly things.
Earlier, we had a little drama. There must have been another robin invading the nearby territory as mom and/or dad went on the offensive. There was a brief but Continue reading “Blue jays, beware”