Mrs. Robin thought she'd found the perfect place to build her nest. Unfortunately for her that place was a pot of gerber daisies I managed to kill off in a week's span and had placed just below my kitchen window on an old rickety shelf.....Fortunately for us, we can get front row seats for the coming show!
Poor Mother Robin must make the daily choice to overcome her naturally skiddish nature as she sits atop her precious blue treasures while bogart the big, loud dog comes bounding out the door to bark at indescriminate objects in the yard every hour or so. Sometimes instinct takes over and she 'flies the coop', only to hop,hop, hop back to her nest as soon as she realizes "oh, it's just that dopey dog again". She sometimes seems a bit nervous when I'm running water, or trying to get a closer look at her beautiful feathers and deep black eyes....but in all, she's a real trooper, risking unwanted gazes and bumbling beasts to protect her offspring.
When she's off her perch, we sneak out and take pictures of the stunningly vibrant torquoise eggs. I'm thankful the creator came up with this color, as it's my favoritest in the whole wide world....Here's B doing some show and tell:
