
I had suspected a robin’s nest in the crepe myrtle. A few times, when I walked beneath it, an adult robin would fly out with a hasty flapping of its wings, angry at having its territory invaded. I peered up several times, hoping to spot a nest, and so did my husband, but we never found one or heard any telltale peeping.
Everything changed today when I heard loud, consistent, almost angry-sounding chirping. I peered around the corner of the house, and there on the spare tire of my husband’s Scamp trailer sat an adorable baby robin. It seemed to be abandoned. Of course, I ran into the house and grabbed my camera, zooming in so I wouldn’t get too close.
The baby was not as abandoned as I feared. Up on the camper’s rooftop, I saw movement and spied the mother bird watching from above. Why is it so thrilling to see baby birds leave the nest? It’s also scary, but I was so relieved about forty minutes later. The chirping seemed to be coming from a new vicinity. Sure enough, the baby’s wings lifted it up into a lilac tree about twenty yards away from its perch on the camper. It is much safer to be about seven feet in the air. Now, if only the rain would stop.





























































