I went out on my front porch this morning to dump the pickle juice on the azalea. Of course, I had to stop and check on the triplets who I knew were now rapidly overflowing their bunkie beds that their parents had put together in the rhododendron, without reading any owner's manual I might add.
Serendipity struck again and I gasped when I saw one of the trio literally hop out of the nest, flap its fluffy wings, and then hop onto a branch. One still remained behind in the nest and was now staring strangely at me. Apparently, number three had already flown the coop so to speak. It was nowhere to be seen.
I ran as quick as I could to get the camera to photograph this incredible moment. Aiming quickly and desperately hoping that I did not forget the camera card again, I wondered whether I was actually aiming at the right spot in the camouflage of branches.
As the baby hopped further from its nest, I debated about what to do next so I walked down the porch steps to try to get in closer for a better shot. Robins are even more histrionic than artists and Mama did not know that I was just a silly artist trying to capture un petit tresor (figuratively speaking of course). She was frantically chirping away, sounding her alarm to all of her friends. No longer simply circling above, she was flying lower and lower at me (now I know how my Siamese cat, Masumi, must have felt when they "dive bombed" her). I remained unflappable until I literally felt and heard the flapping of her wings right above my head. I ran. Quickly. Back up the front porch steps and right int
o my house.
The baby portraits are not Olan Mills, but the first two photos are the triplets, newly entered into the world. The third one to the right here, is on their first day of school. Oops, I mean on their first day of leaving the nest. You have to look closely, in the middle, and more towards the bottom right of the pic to find baby Birdie. And sorry, it's sooo blurry.
Feeling badly about causing such stress, I am also sad as I gaze at their empty nest. No, I am SO not crying and wish them the best out there in the big, vast world. They are moving on and I am sure they are glad to be rid of such a nosy, annoying, and quirky neighbor. Ce n'est vrais pas. Moi? Vraiment!!!
Serendipity struck again and I gasped when I saw one of the trio literally hop out of the nest, flap its fluffy wings, and then hop onto a branch. One still remained behind in the nest and was now staring strangely at me. Apparently, number three had already flown the coop so to speak. It was nowhere to be seen.
I ran as quick as I could to get the camera to photograph this incredible moment. Aiming quickly and desperately hoping that I did not forget the camera card again, I wondered whether I was actually aiming at the right spot in the camouflage of branches.
As the baby hopped further from its nest, I debated about what to do next so I walked down the porch steps to try to get in closer for a better shot. Robins are even more histrionic than artists and Mama did not know that I was just a silly artist trying to capture un petit tresor (figuratively speaking of course). She was frantically chirping away, sounding her alarm to all of her friends. No longer simply circling above, she was flying lower and lower at me (now I know how my Siamese cat, Masumi, must have felt when they "dive bombed" her). I remained unflappable until I literally felt and heard the flapping of her wings right above my head. I ran. Quickly. Back up the front porch steps and right int
o my house. The baby portraits are not Olan Mills, but the first two photos are the triplets, newly entered into the world. The third one to the right here, is on their first day of school. Oops, I mean on their first day of leaving the nest. You have to look closely, in the middle, and more towards the bottom right of the pic to find baby Birdie. And sorry, it's sooo blurry.
Feeling badly about causing such stress, I am also sad as I gaze at their empty nest. No, I am SO not crying and wish them the best out there in the big, vast world. They are moving on and I am sure they are glad to be rid of such a nosy, annoying, and quirky neighbor. Ce n'est vrais pas. Moi? Vraiment!!!
"If I hadn't started painting, I would be raising chickens." - Grandma Moses
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