I saw my first robin of the year. Spring is almost here. There were times the last few days I thought I saw one but this time its red breast was unmistakable. Yesterday, I saw a pileated woodpecker cross the road and alight on a branch. Across from my house across the street is a tree with many holes it it and I have, also, seen one there. I have also seen red bellied and downy woodpeckers on the same tree. I always keep my eyes open on it expecting to see another pileated woodpecker on it. But not yet.

Today was the earliest time of the year I have ever seen a robin in this area. Three weeks before spring. And most of the land was still snow covered. First I saw the back of one fly away and I was not completely sure it was a robin. A few seconds later I spotted the tell-tale red breast of an another robin. And minutes later I spotted in one spot at least ten robins congregating in some bare spots. There is no mistaking their hip hop. The robins are going to be in trouble: the weather forecast is for another snowstorm in two days. I don’t know what they are going to eat.

Every morning I look outside my bathroom window and see that shriveled bird nest.  Last year a robin made that nest and sat in it for a week.  My wife watched it.  Then something spooked it and it did not return.  It could have been one of the cats who like to sit in that window.  You could almost reach the nest from the window.  I tried last year to peek in it to see whether there were any eggs in it but I was not able to plop a ladder under it.  My wife and I felt bad about the robin abandoning its nest.  There was nothing we could do.

I was watching the robin swallow the five inch worm.  The bird could not do it right away.  It took a few tries before it completely swallowed the whole thing.  It was snowing and there was a large bare patch under the pine tree under which it dug up the worm.  Later on I saw another robin foraging under the tree.  They must have a hard time when it snows to do that.  This is another spring snow storm.

I saw my first robin on someone’s lawn today–five days before the official entry of spring.  A week ago I drove all over town looking for one–no luck.  I will just record this for posterity.  I did note the crocuses were completely open today.  They will last awhile.  The temperature has also risen slightly.  We are occasionally getting days in the fifties.  These are all signs spring is about to come.

The Empty Robin’s Nest

Author: siggy

Every morning I look out the bathroom window and see that empty robin’s nest.  She built it and sat on in it for several days.  There are probably eggs in it.  Cats sometimes sit in that window.  And that might have scared her off.  She had no way of knowing the cat six feet away from her could not reach her through the screen.  I just feel sad.  Every morning.  She has been gone over a week and I know she is not returning.  I just feel sad about the whole thing and wish I could do something but there isn’t anything I can do–just stare out the window and look at the empty nest.

Both my wife and I felt bad about the robin that built a nest just outside our bathroom window in the nearby tree.  She said it spent a few days sitting on the nest and then never returned.  Maybe our cat who sometimes sits (??? in at) the window ten feet away from the nest frightened it away.  And of course there is a bit of traffic to and fro the bathroom during the day.  I was really curious whether there were any eggs in the nest.  I am going to take a ladder under the tree and find out.  I know birds sometimes abandon their nests.  Both of us felt bad about it.

The Latest Discovery

Author: siggy

The latest discovery was a robin built a nest right in a tree next to our bathroom window.  This was pointed out by my wife when I got up.  Since then I have seen the robin sit in the nest and also bring more building material to it.  I want to disturb it as little as possible.  Now I will keep an eye open for it and I am curious whether I will see the baby birds when they come.  Each day has another discovery.  That is all life is a series of small discoveries.

It Was A Quick Moment

Author: siggy

It was a quick moment. Through the corner of my eyes I saw through the screen door a large bird hop on the top of the portion of our fence on the far end perpendicular to our entrance.  I did not get a good look at it.  It could have been a robin.  At the very same moment China our exotically black and white colored cat was looking directly at it very intently from our house.  Then the bird disappeared and he lost interest immediately and walked away.  It was just a small moment but I was glad I actually noticed it.  That is all life is:  many small moments and often you blink and they are gone.

It was the first sighting of a robin in my town.  I was curious.  It was getting dark–near dusk and I flushed a bird in the middle of the road.  I was curious what it was so I followed it in my car and stopped to try to identify it.  It was getting really dark but I spotted the bird in someone’s yard.  It had the distinctive hop of a robin to my surprise–the first one of the year.  It was the earliest sighting of a robin I could remember.  Now I will see if I can spot more.

There are many visitors I am waiting for.  At some point, sometime soon I will put out nectar I have prepared for the hummingbirds.  The first sighting is usually not before the end of April but I am awaiting them.  The regal great egret will come back.  Maybe, I will see flocks of goldfinch under the tree, again.  I don’t understand it but they stopped coming to my thistle feeder but during the beginning of spring I see the most–often a dozen or two at one time.  I will put out fresh thistle.  Snowy egrets I will see, again, along the river.  And about now I will keep my eyes open for the first sighting of a robin.  And that is a short list.  And includes only the birds.

Every time I view that empty nest in the lilac bush I wonder how a bird could have made it and raised little ones in plain sight and I never noticed it last year.  The nest was smaller than a robin would have made.  It had to have been a small bird and I wonder the identity of that bird.  Every time I see the empty nest I wonder what else am I missing right in front of my nose.  All I can do is keep my eyes and hears (!! ears !!) open and await my next discovery.