(Note: I did have this written before going to my friend’s house last week, but somehow it didn’t get posted during that time…)
Between Center Stage, our church’s theater camp, Fall Creek Falls, and a week going back and forth between houses while Mommy was in Ethiopia, then some busy summer weeks, I haven’t been able to access the computer in awhile. I have some catching up to do, and decided to combine the last two robin posts. This one is a little long. 🙂
…and to be careful around the door area so we wouldn’t scare mom or dad.
Then, I noticed on Monday that the dad, named Puss in Boots (the mom is Kitty Softpaws), was standing on the edge of the nest looking in and from time to time pecking on the eggs. We were certain the eggs were hatching. And sure enough, by that evening we had two baby robins!
There were 3 eggs total, (the 3rd hadn’t been laid when I took the last picture) but one of them didn’t hatch. The dad tried his hardest. He continued to incubate and peck at the egg until about Wednesday, when we assume he took the egg away.
Meanwhile, the 2 surviving robins grew quickly!
The babies were Imelda and Timmy. All the names are from Puss in Boots, except Timmy, which is from the mini movie The Three Diablos. Although we never could tell the gender of either chick. Honestly, we didn’t know the genders of the baby robins from last time either, but they don’t know about it, so it’s ok. 🙂
It’s a little weird naming birds after cats, but the others really wanted these names so I came up with the excuse that since being named after cats, the real cats wouldn’t bother them. They bought it. And one of them is named after a person, after all.
The chicks grew more and more feathers throughout the week, and on Friday the 8th, they opened their eyes.
On Saturday, the 15th, we noticed that Imelda was gone from the nest, and Timmy looked just about ready to jump. We looked for Imelda all over the yard, but we couldn’t find her. As for Timmy, after being watched constantly almost all day long, we got to see him fly that afternoon! He flopped down to the porch, and stayed there, stunned, for a few hours. He didn’t move from this step the entire time.
We kept Buckeye the Wonder Dog inside, only taking him out on the leash. But somehow he escaped, knew exactly where the baby robin was, and ran towards him. I opened the door and got Timmy to fly about 3 feet away right as Buckeye came bounding up the steps. As I ran to grab him, an adult robin appeared out of nowhere and dived bombed us, swerving upward just in time. I grabbed the dog and dragged him reluctantly inside.
We watched Timmy from a distance, knowing that Puss in Boots or Kitty was nearby standing guard. He moved quite a bit after his fright, knowing now that if you stay in one place a predator will come find you for supper. He did a few hop-flights, but other than that he didn’t actually fly a lot. Eventually it got dark and we went inside, expecting not to see Timmy again.
The next morning though, we spotted him near the square foot garden. Along with a bunny, much to Mommy’s dismay.
Interestingly enough, we saw one of the parents arrive with food which they gave to him. Each time the adult came, it stayed farther back and waited until Timmy had advanced nearer to the food.
We had never seen this before, as we lost track of our 3 babies last year after they flew. That afternoon, though, our grass was cut and the robins left. We didn’t see them after that, although we’ve seen some young robins here and there. All of us hope that Timmy and Imelda are living safely on their own.