It must be spring - the robins are busy.
The other day I spotted a robin flying in and out of the garage/hay shed.
In and out. In and out.
I went to explore and found this thrown together on a narrow ledge just inside the open doorway.
In and out. In and out.
I went to explore and found this thrown together on a narrow ledge just inside the open doorway.
This struck me as a sub-optimal place to raise a family. A narrow, unprotected ledge next to an exposed doorway. A mess on the ground below for fledgings to get tangled in. Also a major raccoon, possum and feral cat highway.
But nobody asked for my opinion.
A few days later, I went back and saw the ledge was clear. Thought maybe mom and dad recognized their poor choice and took their efforts elsewhere.
Then I saw robins flying in and out of the open doorway.
In and out. In and out.
Hmmm.
On a third peek, I noticed an extremely large pile of grass and twig debris on the floor below the empty ledge. Silly birds. Rookie builders apparently.
I decided to offer them a hand. I nailed a hard piece of a plasticized packing material up against their ledge, to form a lip of sorts and help hold their efforts in place.
I interrupted their work to do this. Somebody, mom or dad, sat on the tree in the driveway scolding me.
Later, I went back to see if they had accepted the help or moved on to more private accommodations. They decided to stay. Determined little things.
This morning I popped in to check their progress.
Nice job rookies!
Nice job rookies!
I'm going to have to clean up the building site for them.
ps. Annotated photograph idea totally ripped off from inspired by the7msnranch.com.
