This is now the sixth year we’ve lived in this house. I count these years by June 15th, the date I signed for the house, two days before my oldest graduated from high school, the date the sellers took us out to lunch and I stared through the diner window, wondering if buying this house was a good idea.
On this sixth year, a robin family has joined us, building what appears to be a well-made nest, strands of straw hanging from roof rafter. The nest is beneath the porch roof, covered from the weather. The nest is so close to our house that the mother robin flies away whenever we open the back door. My daughters and I wonder, Why not choose a rafter in the barn? A good old-fashioned tree limb?
The robins’ destiny is, of course, neither here nor there. We didn’t make the nest, and whether this family survives is largely beyond my purview. Certainly, my curious housecats will not harm these young ones. Yet I’m curious as my cats, wondering what drove this family to our porch.
June. We are surrounded by a hungry world that eats wee robins. I’m rooting for these young ones, hoping they’ll pull through. Come what may.
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We have a little baby bunny nest in our front yard, and one of our dogs got one before we knew it was there. A second one disappeared sometime over one night, but the third bunny is now coming out so we can see him or her sometimes, growing quickly. I don’t know why rabbits store their babies in wide open places that are easily accessible to predators, but we’re rooting for the one bunny that is left. Mom bunny comes to the lawn each evening to check on things, and we make sure the dogs, on leash, stay away.
Here’s wishing for bunny survival!
We got a surprise last night and discovered there are three bunny survivors and they’re getting big enough to move on soon, hopefully to a safer spot!
Go rah little robins!
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I’m rooting with you for your robins!
Me, too! Thank you!!
Hope they do survive!