I watched one year, a male robin attempt to make a nest in one of the low branches of our bronze-leafed Maple. He spent hours putting each piece of the nest in place, only to have the wind blow the whole thing away in the next hour. After doing this several times over a period of days, I started to feel badly for him. I strung some twine through the branches, creating a cradle for the nest I knew he would attempt again. I was careful to use gloves so that my scent would not be present. He did return, and built the nest in the same place once more. The female robin checked each one, as though she was some kind of building inspector, and then flew off again. When his last nest was built, he climbed about a foot and a half higher up the tree and did it again. This time, the female Robin must have approved, because it was there that she laid her eggs, and nested. It was one of the most wonderful things to see.
I do love the robins. Used to have a nest right outside my bedroom window right at eye level every year. The last two nests they built and deposited their eggs were raided by something in the night. (We suspect coons) And since then, no more nests. I'm kinda glad they have found a safer place. It was so cool all the years previous to watch the families hatch and grow and eventually leave the nest. I do miss them, but I'm happy they are safer now. ♥
Ours have always been pretty safe, both of our kitties are indoor cats, so they don't have an opportunity to hunt. The neighbors have a kitty that does though, and he's a pretty quick cat... so I will have to wait and see how this year fares.
How sweet this is! Just like mommies everywhere, painting the nursery...love that imagery. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Tracy, you have such a warm, wonderful way of seeing things!
DeleteVery sweet - love the colour of robins' eggs.
ReplyDeleteThey are particularly beautiful. Thank you Paula:-)
DeleteI can just picture those pretty robins eggs!!
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I watched one year, a male robin attempt to make a nest in one of the low branches of our bronze-leafed Maple. He spent hours putting each piece of the nest in place, only to have the wind blow the whole thing away in the next hour. After doing this several times over a period of days, I started to feel badly for him. I strung some twine through the branches, creating a cradle for the nest I knew he would attempt again. I was careful to use gloves so that my scent would not be present. He did return, and built the nest in the same place once more. The female robin checked each one, as though she was some kind of building inspector, and then flew off again. When his last nest was built, he climbed about a foot and a half higher up the tree and did it again. This time, the female Robin must have approved, because it was there that she laid her eggs, and nested. It was one of the most wonderful things to see.
DeleteLate bird avoider.
ReplyDeleteSleeps way past the rising sun.
Hoping to escape.
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claps with both hands Nicely done Joyce! :-)
DeleteI do love the robins. Used to have a nest right outside my bedroom window right at eye level every year. The last two nests they built and deposited their eggs were raided by something in the night. (We suspect coons) And since then, no more nests. I'm kinda glad they have found a safer place. It was so cool all the years previous to watch the families hatch and grow and eventually leave the nest. I do miss them, but I'm happy they are safer now.
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Ours have always been pretty safe, both of our kitties are indoor cats, so they don't have an opportunity to hunt. The neighbors have a kitty that does though, and he's a pretty quick cat... so I will have to wait and see how this year fares.
DeleteBeautiful reference to the labour of love when parents decorate the nursery in anticipation of the coming baby!
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:-) You just get it Michelle, that's nice.
DeleteIt is so exciting just before they hatch!!
ReplyDeleteCheers, Jenn
It is indeed. Though there is an odd feeling in me when I find an egg that has been abandoned.
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