Although I haven't mentioned them before, we have had a family renting part of our place for the last couple of months.
Last night, they decided to take off, without even saying "by your leave," or anything else. I just walked into the garage, and three baby Robins jumped out of their nest, and more or less floated to the ground, landing awkwardly.
I was able to get up close and personal with two of them; I also got some pictures.
Giving me a beady-eyed look
More of the same
Mom kept an eye on everything.
The babies eventually disappeared into the undergrowth in our yard, and I couldn't find them. But Mom and Dad knew where they were, and kept talking to them. Kinda like Buttons' cows, who hide their calves in the bush.
In the process, two Black-Billed Magpies showed up to see if there might be something to eat. (Yes, they eat baby birds, or feed them to their babies.) I tossed a stone up on to our roof, which they took as a sign they were not welcome. They left. Quickly.
The only major threat now is the cluster of cats which live across the street, and sometimes come into our yard. I have discouraged them by throwing noisy things in their direction. They tend not to stick around too much, either.
The Robin family had a nice little flat (or apartment) in the vines that cover much of our garage. No hot or cold running water, but they were OK with that. See their place?
Oh, you don't.
How about now?
Still no luck?
OK. One more try.
There you have it.
I knew they were there because Momma Robin flew out of the vines, from almost right above the side door to the garage, every time I went in there. But I pretended not to know what was happening.
Finally I figured I would actually get up on a ladder and check them out today. But they decided to run out on me last
evening. What can you say?
I can say, "Blessings and Bear hugs, everyone!"
Today's Weather Report
The high this afternoon is supposed to reach 27C, (that's about 81F). But it's going to feel like 32C (or 90F). And there have been thundershowers, but not much rain. Yup; hot and muggy. But what are summers for?
Happy haying if your fields are dry enough! (I need to cut my very modest hay crop, or grass crop, this week, too.)