[Working on !mynovel, but the front porch drama is just too important to miss out on.]
When we saw an enterprising robin building a nest on our front porch we thought it wasn’t a very good idea. Granted, as more and more natural land falls under bulldozers, the wild life has to become bolder to survive. To discourage them from this spot (if our cats escape, it could be a serious problem) my husband removed the finished nest to the compost.
Except we had to be away the next day and when came back there was a second nest in its place.
A super strong reinforced nest. The Robins must have thought the first one blew away or something. Thick walls of clay marked this one as a very sturdy structure. We didn’t have the heart to move this one since clearly the Robins were sold on the location. The porch roof would keep the babies protected in inclement weather.
My biggest fear is marauding people. Particularly after a Facebook friend’s robin’s was nest knocked down, certainly by humans, most likely “for fun”. This nest is above the lamp which is above the mailbox. Certainly at least the letter carrier is aware of it. But I thought the robins would give it up once they realized this was a high traffic zone.
Except one day there were eggs.
We unscrewed the lightbulb so that we wouldn’t accidentally hard boil the eggs by putting on the light. (After ten years we still mix up the light switches.) Instead of using the front door, so as not to scare Mamma Robin away we began using the side door exclusively. We can get a glimpse of Mamma when she comes to turn the eggs.
I spy on Mamma on the nest by peeking through the cedar trees.
I’ll keep you posted.
(Just so you know, I can’t tell Mamma and Pappa robin apart, so I am assuming it’s always Mamma. As I understand it Mamma and Pappa will share the work of feeding the young.)