A few weeks ago, a mama robin moved into one of the old nests on the driveshed. Last week, I noticed a few tiny mouths stretching up over the edge of the nest.
On Sunday, Mama and Daddy were trying to convince the babies it was time to leave the nest. One tried to tempt them with some food.
But the babies did not agree it was time to fly on their own.
Every so often, the parents would discuss their problem children.
One flew down to the ground to try a different angle. Of course, Ralph noticed. That led to a discussion between Ralph and me.
The babies stayed high on the rail at the driveshed–even though I convinced Ralph to move on.
I didn’t see the babies finally take flight. I hope that they found their way safely. I enjoy all of the different animals who call the farm home. New babies are extra special.