These six day old robins are caught taking a nap between feedings. Hanging over the nest may provide some cooling on a hot day and puts it it strategically first in line for the next meal. As I look at the features on display I can’t help but see a grisly old face. Maybe its the price of survival. Tougher days are ahead.
The broken bird egg shell on my front porch told the story. My expecting moments no longer had to wait. The young robins were arriving, each struggling to make their appearance. Three were out before I caught on, but I was able to chronicle their beginnings with welcome breaks from my Memorial Day weekend gardening. Another new life is welcomed.