It was a perfect day in Connecticut. For church, for yard work, for pruning of the overgrown Japanese Holly that resides next to our back steps. As you can see I am only two thirds of the way finished because I ran into this:
A VERY big oops. It looks like kind of an old nest -- very weathered and grey, no new stuff in it. Like maybe it has been there for a few seasons. The three blue robin eggs inside, however, cannot be old. I am feeling pretty awful. Like having invaded someone's most intimate, personal space.
I left off the pruning and went away from the nest out further into the yard to do other work. I worked until tired and then retired to the deck for a beer and my book. I was aware of birds NOT being around. I sat there for a while recouping my energy and, finally, w a y out back a robin started flitting around in and out amongst the branches. Did not come anywhere near the deck, however.
We are inside now. Perhaps they will feel a little more secure as time goes on. Maybe not ...
