Nesting Failure

Three baby blue robin's egg later ....

Three cheers for standing on a ladder, ducking under the eaves and aiming the camera in a downward direction.

Confirmation:  3 eggs.

I took a look through the living room window the first thing when I got up Sunday morning, wondering if I should check on how the eggs were doing.

Thinking better of disturbing a bird who was settled on her nest, instead I left to walk down the property and visit my neighbours who also get up at 6 a.m.

Waaah!

Bonnie called me two or three hours later with the sad news.

She and David found the nest on the porch.

Now only scrambled eggs, the remains taken inside to David's science table for all to view.

Shadow, and 2 leaves holding an egg shell

Those eggs were so tiny that Bonnie put the shells on a leaf on the porch so you can get the idea of their relative size.


As well, she gave herself a lecture about anthropomorphizing a bird.

She told David that though the nest was lost, she was sure that the mother bird escaped unharmed.

Arta