There has been a bird nest wedged for some years between a downspout and the eaves of our porch. It has survived winter after winter and each spring a pair of birds freshen it up and reuse it. They are often different species and this year I think it's robins (but what do I know). The mother (I assume) sat on the eggs with breaks to get food. Now there are three hatchlings, growing with amazing speed, poking themselves out while waiting for dinner.
I took this through a less-than-clean window with bad lighting. Still, we enjoy seeing their progress day to day. The nest is somewhat hidden, protecting the chicks from the neighborhood hawks.
Home again and desperate for local material. When we were sitting at the dinner table Thursday evening I noticed a nest under the eaves of our front porch where a downspout creates a little nook. A beautiful chubby robin flitted in and out with bits of material, sometimes sitting on what we assume are eggs. The most direct view through a window on a cloudy day wasn't very clear but when I stepped out on the porch the bird stayed in nearby trees. We hope to see some little peeping beaks soon.
We are back in St. Louis as this post goes up Monday morning, but this is literally the final image as we left my sister's house in New Jersey. What monsters lie there? The family keeps a wreath on their front door year-round. This summer a robin built a nest in the center. Mom went off looking for food while this little peeper, two or three days old, waited for chow. A couple of siblings were in the back of the nest, all of them with their beaks resting on the edge.
