A few months ago, Aidan kept telling us there was a bird tapping on the window. We laughed. Then, a couple of days later while we were making coffee, there was a bird. Sitting on the lilac tree, tapping on the window. Duh for us. Ever since, he's returned every few days to try and fly through our window. Apparently his short term memory is a bit dicey. Probably from all that banging into the window?
Anyhow. Yesterday, while we went to Jackson's end of the year awards ceremony, said Robin & friend (wife? life partner? mate?) built this under the eaves of our back porch. Pretty cool, no? Actually, they built about four of them, one under each eave. Maybe they're planning for a big family.
the excess, on my deck. i have a feeling i'll be doing a bit of sweeping.
Then in the afternoon, there was a windstorm. And it knocked the nest down. They came back looking for it, and were confused, and I felt oh so sad for them, after having watched them scurry around all afternoon working their little tails off. So, of course, I made my husband get the ladder. And gloves. And scoop it up off the deck, and gingerly place it back where they had built it. Which he managed to do while rolling his eyes practically out of his head. But this morning?
It's bigger. All four of them are. We'll keep you posted. Perhaps there will be babies?
Oh, and I almost forgot. Last night, while we were cleaning the small landfill that is our playroom, we looked out the window. And saw this on our front lawn. In broad daylight. Cool.
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