A robin built a nest in the crook of our silver maple tree. I didn't know it until I heard her screeching and saw her dive-bomb a western scrub jay that had landed in the nest. I dashed over there and stomped my feet and screeched at him, too, and he flew off.
Afterward the robin flew to a nearby fence, where she perched, still squawking. I thought she was yelling at me, so I went away – to watch her surreptitiously. After awhile she stopped shouting. She stayed there on the fence post.
So I climbed the tree to check on her eggs.
Of which there were none.
The robin stayed on the fence for quite awhile. She looked a little lost -- at loose ends -- as if she wasn't sure what to do next or where to go. The gerbils are like that after one of their fellows dies: lonely and not sure why.
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Aw.
(Waving hello -- nice to see you posting here again.)
Poor robin.
(And hello from me, too! So happy to see you posting again!)
Me too! And maybe she had not laid any eggs yet. If a jay was eating the eggs, there should have been shell fragments.
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