Mama Robin is still sitting on her nest, but not full time. She takes a break in the middle of the day when it's warmest. In our garden all you have to do is follow the string to find nests. The nest construction begins with an anchor, string, untrimmed. There are a couple of false starts hanging from other trees. There's a second robin's nest not far from the little pathside nest. It's high in a tree. Smart Mama. She also takes an afternoon break. When feeding time begins there will be territorial food fight. These nests are too close to one and other. While Mama is sitting our Papa Robin is taking it easy in the fountain.
I heard a call in the park coming from a fir tree, the voice of a young robin demanding food. I stopped, walked slowly around the tree till I found the source, one fat, adorable fluffy fledgling. My maternal instincts are running amok.