(Not my) empty nest syndrome

[eimarra]

It had to happen; the baby robins are adolescents, out playing their rock music or at least chirping every time something moves within fifty feet of them. I went out to take the daily picture on Monday, and they freaked out and flew out of the nest. I got a picture of one of the young ones on the sidewalk.

I don’t know whether it was the motion or the sound, but we got a visit from the neighborhood hawk. He swooped in and landed on a branch of the maple tree, pretty close to that robin on the sidewalk. Its parents started diving the hawk, and it flew off first to our walnut then to the top of the spruce. It was late evening, so I didn’t get very good pictures.

However, when I went outside Tuesday morning, the hawk was just hanging out on the lawn across the street. I got pretty close to him and took a lovely picture. (Then he flew into an oak tree and the robins started chasing him from tree to tree again).

I’m not expecting to get any more robin pictures this year, but I will post a gallery later so you can see the four little peepers and how they grew.

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