The last couple of days it seems like the incubation period might be over, she wasn’t so assiduous about sitting on the nest, etc. Yesterday I was hanging up the hose on the hose rack so Jim could mow (again), and lo and behold, a little fuzzy head peered over the edge of the nest to see what was going on.
So today I got the other ladder out and climbed up it so I could get a shot into the nest.
I count four beaks amongst those numerous pin feathers, so I would say this particular nest was a success.
Papa Robin was not unaware of my activities, and while I was up there came to see just exactly what I was doing. Actually, he was flying around my head threatening to flog me and peck my eyes out. Then he landed on the nest platform and I was able to pop off this shot. Sorry I cut off his head, but he wasn’t amenable to posing and with the camera over my head pointed down I was not able to make a great aim. Take my word for it, his expression was not a happy one.
I decamped shortly thereafter and removed the second ladder from the area.
I do muse sometimes on the irony of providing habitat and being happy that the birds are raising chicks successfully while at the same time deploring the habit the birds have of depositing seeds all over my gardens.
I guess you have to take the bad with the good, and this is pretty much all good.