It’s been fun watching the progress of these little robin chicks. Thanks to the chicken wire, orange peelings, and wintergreen set out by my mother, the feral cat in the neighborhood has not been by and they are growing every day. The father robin is used to me and my camera now, and simply goes about his business feeding his hungry offspring.
They’re so ugly, they’re cute.
While staining my back deck, I listen.
I listen to the rushing river sound of the wind in the trees. I listen to the flutter of wings flapping overhead. I listen to the buzzing of the hornets when they get too close.
The knocking of the woodpecker is near. And then she is at the bird house only steps away, feeding her young. I pause and watch, thrilled to be able to see one so close.
This is one moment I don’t capture with my camera, a moment I would miss if I did.