In the garden

Walking along the path, minding my own business, when I spotted Papa Robin between the leaves. He's got the "groceries". Stop, wait, follow flight. It has to be to a nest.

Sure enough, a bit high, but a good nest.   Now the trick is to figure out how many nestlings there are.

Next grocery delivery.

Definitely two babies.

Next food delivery, mulberries.  This is good, because mulberries get dunked into waiting mouths.

Ah, three waiting mouths.

Next delivery. Watching this activity is addictive.

These are not tiny babies. I figure they'll fledge in another 5 days.
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