My Facebook friends have watched every day over the last couple of weeks as I watched some baby robins grow in a nest on my front porch from this …
… to this …
… and eventually to this.
Earlier this week the babies flew off, leaving me a bit bereft.
And a bit relieved, too.
Because the parents were growing increasingly fierce toward the end. I think, though I can't know for sure, the Dadbird had joined the Motherbird unbeknownst to me, and as I approached the nest thinking it was just growing babies getting ready to fly—well, things got real up in here.
Bravo to you robins—and to all parent birds who say they would put their lives on the line for their baby birds.
You're right: You would.