I think things are finally settling into a pattern around here. Leo sat outside in the sunshine this afternoon and watched the robins and squirrels. We are very partial to robins around here as we had a family build a nest on the wreath on our front door two years ago.
A few days later the babies arrived:
It was a wonderful experience having such a "bird's eye" view (sorry, couldn't resist), but it also seemed like a huge responsibility to make sure these little ones were safe. We use our front door exclusively to enter the house, and we found ourselves trying to use it as infrequently as possible so as not to disturb either the nest or the eggs/babies.
If you enlarge this final picture, you'll see the little beaks poking out of the nest.
So now, whenever we see a robin, we always wonder - is it one of "our" robins?