Yesterday, Owen said he saw a robin on the road that had been hit by a car. He was so worried it was our mama bird. I told him it would be fine and that I had just seen a robin at the nest a little bit ago.
Turns out I may have been wrong. I think the bird I saw was the daddy and I have not seen the mama robin sitting on the nest since.
We have loved watching our hanging-basket-robin-nest out our front windows. Maybe me more than anyone. We watched as the mama bird laid an egg each day until she had a little clutch of four. We'd try to be quiet and not scare her when we would have to walk by it to get out the front gate. I would lift up the kids so they could get a good look at the beautiful blue eggs when she was away. We'd watch the daddy bird occasionally make a visit to the mama at the nest.
Now I find myself constantly checking out the window whenever I walk by hoping to see the mama there, but all I've seen is the daddy perched at the edge of the nest looking around and chirping like he's trying to find her. I was expecting the eggs to hatch sometime this weekend since they only incubate for 12-14 days. So close!
So sad.
