Worms and azalea for lunch

Under the keyhole nest Mama is collecting lunch. Lots of mud. Lots of worms.

From the side, shooting through mesh, you can stand and watch kids grow.

Meanwhile the fuse box gang have all fledged and are in the trees across the path, either resting or calling for food.

What??!!  Papa has food. What food?!   Holy cow, an azalea blossom. Salad for lunch?

How is this going to get jammed down the gullet?  I've never seen anything like this before.

Shove it in, pull it out. Baby robins don't chew. Food has to be deposited down the gullet. Worms can wiggle their way "downtown" but blossoms???????? Beats me.

Oh oh, a petal fell, so Papa swooped down and retrieved the petal. Every bit of the salad is important. Waste not, want not.

Azalea is looking ratty, partially eaten.

              Remainder is going to be taken to another baby higher up in a tree. Salad for all.