Over several weeks a pair of nesting robins have graced me with their company in my garden, nearly but not quite feeding from my hand.Ive been spellbound by how industrious and devoted they are to the task of providing a never ending stream of juicy morsels for their young; often they pause nearby to show me their booty.
Yesterday , sitting in the garden with coffee I saw one robin on my patio in a distressed state, as I got near I saw the mate in my conservatory also warbling wildly. Their baby fledgling was floundering in my window blinds. I picked it up and held it in my palm, I felt as if I never wanted to let it go. ( slight pause here while I dab at my eyes ). I took it outside and set it on the grass where it flopped about a bit, Mum and Dad flying around it. I couldn't bear to watch so left them to it.
That evening all was calm. Sitting outside I saw the baby disappear into next door's garden. Suddenly both parents flew shrieking , through the air , they were both frantic, looking for baby. This went on for most of the evening. I couldn't find the baby for them.Husband said a cat may get it.
I think in my mind I equated the fledgling with my six month old granddaughter, who I've just started to see and talk to from a distance; she doesn't really know me but I'm persevering. Just to hold her...
Have any of you had a moment of unraveling ?
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