So, the birds. We watch them all the time. They are our pets. We are cheering for them. We admire the parenting skills. It's just fun to watch the progression.
Daddy....FEEEEEEEEEEEED MEEEEEEEEE!!!
After feeding, the babies sort of settle back into a well-disguised pile of feathers.
Face WEST, young men!
Keeping track of your legs CAN be a challenge at times.
Hanging OUT. You can totally understand why some baby birds fall out of their nests. Their parents do such a great job feeding them that they become too large for the nest. Or too curious. Or too independent. Same as humans.
Daddy Robin singing, "I bring home the bacon...fry it up in a pan..."
I love the color orange and I like the way it works in nature. Here, the orange is screaming at the parents, "TARGET! Hit THIS target!!!"
Father Robin is just chilling on the side of the nest for a moment, gathering strength to fly out and find more food. Sunday Dinner seems to last ALL day around here!
I smile whenever I see a post about your nest.
ReplyDeleteMe too. I love the Robin updates. :)
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