This spring a pair of robins made its nest on our porch, up in the rafters not far from our front door. We’ve had robins try start making nests on our porch in past years, but they seem to not like the location and never finish the nest.
This year, the robins finished the nest and tended it. I felt bad every time we spooked them by walking out on to the porch, and I didn’t hold out much hope that the nest would actually produce anything.
But it did. We first noticed three baby chicks in the nest on a Sunday afternoon. They looked incredibly new, and spent all of their time holding their heads up for food or sleeping. Like a baby that falls asleep it its Cheerios, the chicks fell asleep with their mouths open and ready to feed a lot, but then would wake up as soon as the food did arrive.
I watched them a lot over the next few days since I was at home. By Wednesday they had real feathers and were beginning to flutter their wings from time to time. By Thursday afternoon they were gone. Droppings on the porch suggest they flew away someplace, but it’s impossible to tell where.
A few days later I was napping on the porch and think that I saw a tiny robin fly near the porch. I don’t know my birds well enough to be sure about that, but I like to think it was checking out its old home.