This year we are sharing our back yard with a mama robin and her nest of eggs. I've never experienced living side by side with a robin before. I think it's pretty darn special. It's mostly a matter of mutual ignoring from what I can see. She ignores us fervently; we do our very best to ignore her back.
I had no idea she even existed until Lo pointed her out to me a few weeks ago. I don't know how I missed her. Her nest is built quite precariously on our trellis a foot away from the patio table. It is about 6 feet off the ground, too high for anyone to easily see inside. Lo took it upon himself to take a little "egg inventory" the other day with the step ladder and binoculars. It turns out there are two very blue eggs in there. From all accounts, she has the patience of a saint. She sits on her eggs many hours every day leaving only to get a lickety-split meal of worms from the garden before getting back to work. It's pretty cute how still and focussed she seems to be while sitting there.
robins. I think it's stretched beyond that... All we can do is wait I guess... And hope.
In the meantime I drew up two robin outlines, and The Boy and I sat quietly colouring them in.