Once it was clear the robins were committed to the nest, I made a real effort to avoid the front door, except for the daily nest check. I put my camera on a long selfie stick and took a picture down into the nest. I was excited to see an egg a day appear, as if the robins had read the book.
But then, on the fourth day, tragedy struck. In fact, it struck in multiple ways. When I looked out first thing in the morning, a new cat (not seen around before) scatted off the porch. I felt bad, but then an hour later a crow was also there on the porch. So I don’t know exactly who the culprit was, but eggs were smashed and only one left.
The aftermath of tragedy |
The nest is still there, and one egg is there. I’m pretty sure the nest has been abandoned, but I’ll leave it there for a while.
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