Every spring, a mother robin builds a nest somewhere in our yard . . . .
. . . . this year, she chose the arbor that’s over our garage door.
How sweet, no?
Well, KIND OF.
Since this photo op, our now-adolescent little Ms. Robin has left her nest,
as all adolescent robins do.
Tragedy was narrowly averted on Tuesday,
when she obliviously hopped to + fro in the grass behind our garage.
Suddenly, I heard her robin mother + robin relatives squawking like crazy!
What a racket!
Seems our murderous neighbor cat, Charlie, lurked nearby!
Cue: ME, ‘to the rescue’ . . .
. . . frantically catching little Ms. Robin (much to her + her robin posse’s dismay)
+ depositing her safely within our fenced backyard.
Since then, I’ve chased her a couple more x’s
+ re-deposited her within our fence,
dug up some earthworms + attempted (but failed) to feed her said-same,
+ finally dashed to the grocery store for a bag of wild bird seed.
I’ve not yet seen her this a.m.
(yikes — we had a couple torrential downpours yesterday!) . . .
. . . but maybe she’s wisely giving this interloper a wide berth
at the birdbath!
Fingers crossed she’ll show up again, soon!