You may remember that I had to leave the baby robins to their fate the day they left the nest and were not to be seen anymore. I hoped that the parents were keeping them hidden and were feeding them someplace out of sight of the crows who still fly regular “search and destroy” missions over our property.
I had almost given up on the young ones, but just a few days ago, I spotted them – well, two of the three, anyway. The third one most likely didn’t make it.
Here is one checking out the birdbath. Do you see the second bird? Look on the ground to the top right of the birdbath. Not bad for camouflage.
“It doesn’t look very deep, but for now I’m safe on the ‘landing’ in the middle. Now, to test the waters….”
“Nice! Not too deep, not too cold. Ju-u-u-u-st right. Splash a little under the armpits. You never know who you’re going to meet.”
“Okay, buddy! Your turn. In you go! Go ahead! You’ll feel a lot better after you have a bath.”
I still worry about the crows catching one of the survivors, but with every day that goes by, the baby robins get bigger and stronger and a little bit smarter. With any luck they’ll continue to be survivors.