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MY ROBINS FOR ANOTHER YEAR



My ROBIN sat on her same nest above my bedroom window. In two weeks the nest appeared to have eggs. Two weeks later, three baby ROBINS appeared. (Her first lot were four.) With two weeks of worms, or insects from Mom and Dad ROBIN, the birds became fat. I kept the Wild Grape vines away from the nest, and soon the nest was too small for them. Mom and Dad kept bringing food, but the largest baby wanted to fly. He kept trying his wings. I could see he was "itching" to go. The birds were sitting on top of one another, there was so little space.

Yesterday, they "flew the coup," so to speak. I had visitors. I had shown them the nest and the little ones, then we went on with our work. They had come to cut the overripe chokecherry fruit, which my friend was going to use to make jelly, and I went on with paint stripping my window. By the time I had said goodbye to my friends, there was a ruckus in the back.

I went in, and sure enough, I saw from my back door, the little ones had fledged. Mom ROBIN was squawking like mad on the back fence. I could hear the little ones chirping loudly on the ground somewhere at the back. I went to the garden side and walked around. The Male ROBIN, squawking on the roof, flew off when he saw me. I stayed back, but the mother was unafraid of me. She continued squawking, and pointed with her beak to the yard behind mine.

Sooo, I said, "Okay, Mom," I'll go after the cat. I grabbed a stick, then trudged down the road, across the cross road, and up the next road to the area behind my house. Sure enough, a cat was stalking the birds. Mom ROBIN was still squawking up a tree. I yelled and banged my stick and the cat ran under the shed of my neighbor, who was away. Sooo, I trudged back home, and got small boards to fill in the area used by the feral cats (I wrote of them earlier), now used by that street`s cats to stalk birds. My neighbor had tried to fill it in, but not well.

With things quietened down, I went in and relaxed, but soon the squawking began again. I went and looked out. There, was my neighbor`s cat from across the street, stretched out leisurely on a tree stump, watching the activity in the yard. I could hear the little ones chirping. Mom and Pop ROBIN were squawking away again. I rushed out and yelled at the cat, whom I have chased many times, until he toddled off down the drive and back to his house. He has been successful at times with birds, and I often chase him from my yard because of the feeders.

It was a busy, but sad day. The birdlings are gone, as are the parents, and all is quiet again. I can watch the small birds at my feeder, but it is not the same with the ROBINS gone. I will have to wait until next year for more such excitement.


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MY ROBINS FOR ANOTHER YEAR

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