We have a pair of robins nesting on our front porch. They are such devoted parents. They never seem to tire of their commitment and who work together
I finally got to see the babies. There are four of them. Mother and Father take turns bringing back mouths full of chewed worms, white grubs the occassional beetle. The babies pop up their fuzzy little heads and cry, "Me, me, me, me!!!! I cannot use my front door at the moment but it's worth it, having a front row seat to one of nature's vignettes.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops — at all...
~ E. Dickinson