Yesterday afternoon-evening the three baby robins hopped out of their nest, and gingerly crawled around in the honeysuckle branches for a while. The mother bird swooped in and fed them one last time. And then one by one each fledgling jumped: and flew off. Though not very far (I guess they are weak, and still so new at it). One poor little bird flew directly into the wall of our neighbors house. Ouch! And sat dazed for a minute on the ground before hopping into the hebe in her yard.
The nest is empty now. No sign of them coming back. What will Dean and I do for entertainment now? Hmmmm . . .
Poetry group tonight at my house. I hope the weather is nice so we can sit outside.