May 1.   Last year’s robin nest in the rose bush is in disarray.  I actually saw a squirrel practically sitting in it! But the robins are looking at it, too.
May 2.  Nest is looking better, with a smoother bottom.  Robins come and go.
May 4.  I notice today that the bottom of the nest is newly lined with very fine grasses – looking inviting.
May 5.  Robin seen sitting.  No eggs.
May 7.  ROBIN BLUE!  What a lovely color.  One egg.  Last year on May 21 I happily reported that our robin eggs had hatched.  Delight was followed by disaster
May 8.  Three eggs.  It has finally stopped raining and we have a bit of sun with a promise of 70 degrees today.  Lilacs in full bloom.  Spring has sprung!
May 10.  Mother’s Day.  Four beautiful blue eggs.
May 20.  Once again I am amazed at how fast robin eggs hatch.  Chicken eggs take 21 days.  Today I took a peek only to see no robin egg blue at all – only quivering fuzz.  The temperature should go up to 80 today and apparently mommy feels comfortable leaving her chicks for a little while. It was at this stage last year that the robin babies upped and disappeared.
May 24.  I peeked.  The four baby robins are all snuggled together, sleeping, and you can watch their breathing.
May 26.   The babies rest quietly–that is until the momma returns.    Then they are all long neck, open beak, and eagerness.  Already they are crowding the nest and sleep with their heads on the edge of the nest.
May 28.   Those babies must be well-fed.   They are growing so fast!
May 31.   The nest is jam-packed and the babies are practically spilling out.   The parents (I guess) come and go with their beaks full.
June 1.   I climbed up to peek  at the baby robins this morning and they went flying off in all directions, with the mother squawking in the air!  One is sitting on the porch floor.  What will it do next?

Obviously, it has happened again.  The same incredible thing that happened last year.  Three weeks after they hatched those robins are out and flying!!!!   The parents are much in evidence, chirping and calling, with food in their beaks.   Somehow the baby chick sitting on the porch has upped and gone.  I read last year that the parents look after the kids and feed them for awhile after they are “out of the house.”  I do hope so.  At the rate that they are maturing, these robin chicks won’t need that kind of parenting for long!

I doubt that anyone recalls or cares that I went on and on about the robin saga last year.  This is only my second year in the robin-hood and it is all still fresh to me.  I probably will not do it every year (should I have that opportunity) but for the time being I still delight in the promise of every bud on the bush, every chick in the nest, and every new baby in the arms of its mother.  It’s an appreciation of life thing.  Also, this year, I am especially enjoying the spring colors – the lush green of the new ivy leaves, the bronze colors on some maples, not to mention the flowering trees and bushes – dogwoods, rhododendrons, forsythia.  Spring is so beautiful!  And robins are amazing.

Just found this (May, 2011):


Behold the birds of the air, for they neither sow, nor do they reap, nor gather into barns: and your heavenly Father feedeth them. — Matthew 6:26