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A Day in the Life of the Buxton Robins

A Bird’s Eye View of Robin Maternity Central

Early yesterday, Jerry climbed up, held a mirror and I snapped this picture. There are four babies who probably hatched only a day or two before we arrived here Wedneday.

“Would the paparazzi please go away?”
“As soon as you’re through snapping your infernal camera, I have this fine meal to take to our babies.”
“Daddy’s home. We can have dinner now.”
Introducing Guy. How do I know this is Guy? Well, looking like that, it can’t be one of the girls, and it surely doesn’t resemble a bear. Must be Guy. R Guy! Look at that hairdo!
From left to right: Carol Esther, Eve and Goodbear singing for their supper.

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First Pictures of the Babies

I would make proper introductions, but I’m not sure if Mom and Dad have yet named their offspring, and anyway if they have I’ve not been made privy to the information. It was a multiple “birth,”–at least twins, maybe triplets–not positive just yet.

Food seems to be the major concern here at the maternity ward within the snug confines of our deck umbrella. Since our arrival here in Crestline yesterday afternoon, I’ve watched the birds for hours, and have seen that almost constantly one of the parents is flying in with food for the hungry babies.I don’t know if both the mom and dad bring food, but I know they’re both here. At one time I saw them sitting together at the nest. (Not sure, but I think I may have seen cigars in daddy’s pocket. Okay, okay, skeptics, I said I wasn’t sure, didn’t I.)

In the late twilight yesterday when I could barely see, I noted that one of the parents took an evening snack to the nest. Early this morning, I came to watch: Sure enough here came the breakfast run.

I haven’t been able yet to get good pictures because of the angle from which I’m shooting. I’d like to be over the nest and shoot downward, but I can’t do that because of the umbrella. I’m thinking of getting a ladder or climbing onto the table so that I could at least be level with the nest.

The parents are a bit wary of me, though, so I’m taking it slowly. Don’t want to make them too nervous. I’ve heard that if a human touches a bird or a bird nest the mama will desert the nest. Anyone know if that is true or not. (I’m not at all planning to touch the babies–just curious.)

Carol is a social progressive; she has baby doves at her house and already has a family portrait…and she has named hers. Go over and take a look.


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