A few weeks ago a mother robin built a nest in the boughs of our crape myrtle tree. It’s a beauty, compact and perfectly fit into the crook of the branches. Eventually, we heard peeping, and once, from my vantage point at ground level, I saw a little beak and head rise above the edge of the nest.
Time passed by, and when the nest became crowded, we could see two additional heads; the nest held three babies.
The mother robin was so diligent feeding them.
Soon they fledged and became bold, standing on the edge of the nest, one at a time, contemplating their first flight.
One by one they flew away. Now I hear them in the pines surrounding our backyard, peeping to their mother. She calls back with the distinctive chirping of a protective mother robin.
This post is part of Skywatch Friday and is cross-posted in Birdy, Birdy. Thanks for birdwatching with me.
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That is so interesting to watch them grow.
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It was wonderful…especially seeing them fly away to the taller trees.
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Thanks for sharing this beautiful story through pictures. Are these red breasted robins ?
Susie
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These are North American Robins. The English robins have a red-breast too, but our birds are larger and have an orangey-red breast. They have really pretty songs too.
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I enjoyed your robin post. We have lots of birds around here, but I haven’t spotted any nests.
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It was fun to see start to finish.
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