Rockin Robin

Robin friends:


Mama built the nest, laid eggs, the eggs hatched, and we ended up with 3 cute fuzzy baby robins. Mama and dada were both around, taking turns feeding them. We've taken pictures over time and pointed them out to the girls a lot. The picture above, btw, was taken a minute before the following story unfolded.

So on Sunday when we got home from a weekend away, Andy went to point them out to Kaitlyn again. They were getting big. Impossible for them to hide down in their nest, their heads were always sort of resting on the side. And this time, instead of just sitting there like they had previously when we've walked by and even pointed, they flipped out. One, two three, they all jumped out and started twittering and fluttering around. I was just inside the house, watching out the door with Brianna behind me. Kaitlyn and Andy were outside on the porch. And what happened next? A very angry mama bird came. She was PISSED and she had her eyes on Andy. She was fluttering her wings and making all sorts of noise and she looked about ready to dive bomb poor Andy. It was complete and utter chaos. He managed to sneak into the house (after pushing Kaitlyn in first of course) and I was a bit worried she was going to follow him in (just what I need in my house, a pissed off mama bird). She didn't follow him though. However the birds did leave their mark on both him and Kaitlyn - with poop. He had it on his arm and Kaityn had it in the hair. (Straight to the tub for her!)

For quite awhile, mama and dada were outside making a ruckus and I think communicating to each other and probably their babies. I had to unload the van, but I used the side door because I was so afraid to go in front. Plus, Andy and I were worried, thinking what if the babies weren't ready to go yet? What if they can't feed themselves? They went running off on the ground, what if they are hurt or get lost and mama doesn't find them? We thought they seemed pretty big and strong, but what do we know? Luckily, awhile later as we were spying at the tree in our yard, we were able to spot: Mama, dada, one, two, three fluffy spotted babies. Eventually mama led the babies away, but later that evening she was back by herself, making lots of noise in front of our house. I think she was still pissed and wanted to make sure we knew it. I don't blame her, I'd be pissed too. I'm just glad it all turned out okay. I am glad that we were able to see the babies with our own eyes, and know they were with mama and also that they can fly already. If we had never seen that, we would be wondering for the rest of our lives, and feeling guilty for the rest of their lives! I don't want that on my conscience - being a seagull killer AND a Robin home wrecker? NO THANK YOU.

I'm thinking that they were probably about ready to fly the coop any day anyhow, since they were so strong and able to fly already and what not.

They were so cute, I wish I had gotten a pic of them in the tree after all this went down! So fluffy!