About three weeks ago a Mama Robin built her nest on our upper deck behind my potted Ficus tree. Then about two weeks ago, I noticed four eggs. Since then she has faithfully and diligently, in rain and hail and high winds, sat on that nest, leaving it a few times each day to feed herself, but only if the sun is out to keep the eggs warm in her absence. Occasionally I'll notice that she stands on the rim of the nest, and, w/ her beak, turns the eggs then sits atop them puffing out her body and feathers to entirely cover the opening of the nest. It's in her nature, whether she understands why or not, to protect her babies.
Today is my sister's birthday, and w/ this day marks the first birthday that each of us, the children of Lucy Miller, has celebrated w/o a mother. David's birthday was actually on the day of Mom's funeral in December; Ron and mine were in March; and Lori's today. Those four Robin's eggs remind me of the four of us. For 62 years Mom faithfully and diligently cared and looked after us even after we left the nest. It was definitely in her nature, and she certainly understood why, to protect her babies till death did us part.
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