My regular and attentive readers will remember a few short weeks ago when I was all a twitter about some robin's eggs next to my porch.
Well, after that discovery I began to torture the poor mom bird on a daily basis, as I had to check in on the status of her eggs. She really didn't have much of a defense mechanism. I would peer into the tree and she would run (uhm, fly) for the hills, leaving her little eggs on their own, completely defenseless. But it's mother's day, far be it for me to criticize the robin mother who was probably holding down two jobs to make ends meet all the while providing warmth for her poor little eggs.
Anyhow, it wasn't long, before those little eggs turned into three teeny birds. And here is the amazing part! It was even less time before the teeny tiny naked birds, turned into large flying birds!!!
I find it amazing. I don't know if they were born on 5-2, but I know on 5-2 they were tiny and feather free. By 5-11 they were ready to leave the nest! How can that happen so quickly? I am assuming they flew off and are now happily living a little robin life. I looked all around and found no little birds on the ground, so I am assuming all was well.
Nice job, robin mother. I will never again doubt your parenting prowess!