Fortunately, no updates today. The baby robin that was the subject of yesterday’s front door jump scare must be sleeping it off somewhere

Someday soon I’ll trim the tree and take the old robin’s nest down. For now I’m glad the baby is flattened beyond recognition in the street. Seeing it there would be pretty sad. /end

I think that was one of our babies failing to thrive and trying to get back in the nest. Also screaming at our house and thinking into our window.

“That wasn’t your fault,” Tim said at which point I immediately realized it was my fault.

Squarely just decimated by a direct tire hit. It made a loud cracking sound. We watched the whole thing.

The baby took off hopping. Quite efficiently. It hopped into the middle of the street and was immediately run over by a car.

An hour or so later we returned to find the bird at the base of our tree. I took the water and attempted to hide and put the dish closer to the bird.

It looked unhealthy and it was a very hot afternoon. I got a shallow dish of water and put it on the porch thinking maybe that would help the poor thing.

Later, we left to walk to the Dormont Pool. We stepped out the front door and immediately encountered a baby robin sitting on the arm of our porch chair. It didn’t move even when we were just two feet away.

Yesterday, Tim and I heard a thunk. Something hit the front window. Neither of us looked to see what it was.

Our nest empty, we forgot about the robins mostly. Adults flitted nearby with worms like they were feeding more babies but it seemed to soon.

to fit in the nest.

On the last day, we watched the last baby leave the nest. It swooped out and stuck to the screen of our front window, hung there panting before launching on a downward trajectory across Potomac Ave into a retaining wall. It flopped into a bush and seemed content to stay there.

Nausaged: when you’re nauseated by sausages

We find a minimum of 3 full bricks every time we dig to plant a shrub in my yard in Dormont. Where did all the bricks come from? No one knows.