In late May, a pair of robins built a nest in an ornamental pear tree in our patio. After “soaping” our windows so the male robin would stop attacking his reflection that he assumed was a rival, we settled back to watch and wait. The nest was low enough that we could watch the robins grow up once they hatched. In eight days, the three went from bald headed, eyes closed, weaklings to fully fledged, flying youngsters–although Mama did need to push the last one out of the nest!
