Rockin Robin

 

 

Thanks everyone for your kind words about Danny. He's handling everything well, and as predicted, slept most of the day. I'm planning to take him out of town tomorrow for a weather symposium in Lincoln, so hopefully he'll feel well enough to go. What to wear, what to wear? I'll have to work on that tonight.

 

Let's have a look at those robins.

 

She sat perched, staring into the house until I brought more raisins. Later, after the raisins were gone, I found her peering through the window again, looking for second helpings.

"Look, lady...I'm not stupid. I know the expression, "bird brained", but even my itty bitty brain knows that is not a bird. Birds don't smell of vanilla. Give me some credit, OK?'

Don't worry, I gave her water, not tea. She was annoyed with the chick once she figured out it wasn't real. After everyone suggested it, I tried to get a photo of her drinking from the cup. I'm afraid she wouldn't cooperate, but it still makes for a cute photograph.

And here comes dad. He wouldn't drink from a cup either, though they both looked it over pretty well.

They've managed to chase off all the other birds, these two. I'm confident there's a nest in the nearby trees, and I hope we'll soon be watching baby robins bouncing about.

I need this weekend, bad.