One morning I looked out my bedroom window to see a a robin flying back and forth, busily piling twigs, straw, and um, a paper straw wrapper(?) into the crook of a tree. We decided she might like some prettier, snuglier material to work with so we picked some various yarns from my stash and snipped little bits off to hang in a nearby tree. (I love this idea for a bird helper.)
It was amazing to watch her construct her nest, a little feathered engineer, carefully crafting this beautiful, sturdy bowl, so perfectly shaped. Isn't it awe-inspiring how an animal can know how to do something like that?
We've tried to give her her space, she gets very nervous even when I walk through the backyard to feed our chickens. Sam has been great about steering clear of the tree so as not to scare her. (The close up nest pictures were taken with my zoom lens.)
The thing that's most touched me is what a dedicated mama she is. We had an unusually rainy spring and whenever I'd dash outside in the drizzle to feed the chickens, there she would be, stoically fitted into her nest, keeping those eggs warm and dry. Look how her cute tail feathers stick up like that; I just love her!
Sam has found the whole thing quite magical and it's led to lots of wonderful discussions about birds, eggs, springtime, babies, animals etc. I love that we can peek out through the back window without disturbing her to watch the whole process unfold. As usual, seeing things through Sam's eyes has helped me remember just how magical springtime is.