Birdnapper

 

Robins have taken to nesting in a crabapple tree that shades The Little House That Could. For several years I've missed the big event - I climb the tree hoping to see babies only to find it empty. This year I saw a robin sitting atop her pretty little nest and I couldn't resist terrorizing her by going in for a shot (or three). She was monumentally pissed at me, so much so that at one point I thought she was going to dive-bomb my head, but she was within her rights so I wouldn't have blamed her one bit if I'd lost an eye in the pursuit of Making Art With My Camera.

It always amazes me how such ordinary birds produce such glorious eggs. Will you get a load of that color? That shizzle is robin's egg blue to the dizzle. Also, the eggs were bigger than I expected and I'm concerned about the state of the robin's punan and whether she will ever be able to use it again after pushing out FOUR of those puppies. 

(This is the kind of shit I think about when I'm on deadline, and pretty much explains why I probably won't get promoted.)

Anyway, what if I climb the tree this weekend and find BAYBEE ROBINZZZ? Shall I put one in my pocket and love it and kiss it and call it George? It may be difficult to resist temptation.