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| There appear to be at least four robin broods in the garden, at least 12 babies. Lots of food... berries, bugs, worms. I watched one particular baby, a great sprinter, but low-level flyer. I had to keep reminding this baby that I was not the mommy. It looks as if I was very close, but my lens is the equivalent of 720mm, no need to be close. |
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| I brought down organic blueberries knowing the robins love them. |
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| For some reason this baby wasn't interested in food. |
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| Parent found bread. They'll feed the babies anything. The demand is great. |
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| For some reason this baby wasn't interested in food. Very strange. |
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| I watched for a while and then noticed a blow fly on its wing. I've only seen blow flies on dead birds. This was a bad omen. |
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| Papa approached baby with bread and then pecked it strongly on rear end. It was very fast. This was not a gentle peck or a reminder to deliver a fecal sac. |
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| Still no interest in the food. |
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| More pecking with verbal yell from baby. |
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| Peck, peck, then adult ran off., Baby never ate. |
There is more to this saga. To be continued.
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