I recently wrote a Blah, Blah, Blog accompanied by a photo of a trio of newly hatched Robins. Three huddled, featherless babies lay in their beautiful nest nursery in a cedar bush in my backyard; hovered over by Mr. and Mrs. Robin in vigilant watch-bird mode for worms, insects, and loudmouth and dangerous Blue Jays and Crows along with other predators.
My friends, forget about your alarm and security company, Mr. and Mrs. Robin exceeded all expectations. Any would-be predators didn’t stand a chance. The parents proved their worth in birdseed. They took over my backyard as the Dangerous Drones of Cedar Bush.
It is now Day 11 of the baby Robins’ birth. TA-DA!!!!!
All decked out in their beautiful feathered coats. They sit in their Royal Nest Nursery. Mouths always opened ready for the feed. ( I spend a lot of time checking them out… and when I say open all the time… I mean open all the time.) For the last 11 days Mama and Poppa have fed and protected them.
Today, for the first time, I have noticed a change. I can go right up to the nest and no parental dive bombing.
I have come to a brutal conclusion. My baby birds’ childhood is almost over. In too short a time, if they want their beaks filled, they are going to have to leave the nest and fill it themselves.
LEAVE THE NEST???? OMG! They’re still babies. What do they know about life? What do they know about men? (one of them must be a female)
As long as I did what they wanted me to do, my parents fed and protected me at the beginning, and as I remember would have done so forever.
OOOPS!!! On second thought…
Hey, my adorable use-to-be-babies, shut your beaks and test your wings. You can always come back for a visit. The cedar bush ain’t going away. This is your chance to be you. Take it!
In my backyard, I do not allow any FEAR OF FLYING. (sorry, I just couldn’t resist)