Mother’s Day

As the spring quarter gears up into high speed, I find myself spending less and less time at home. I have been using my “office” more and more and I don’t really like it. Home is where my family is; where my life is the most fun (and the most demanding). I like my home.

We discovered a robin’s nest in the rafters of the “potting shed” we have. It’s not really a potting shed, just an extension of roof next to the garage. We discovered it because every time we went back there, Momma Robin would get mad at us and chip loudly. We left them alone, mostly. About a week ago, I noticed their little heads popping out and Saturday, I wanted to photograph them with their necks stretched out waiting for worms from Momma Robin. 

I guess a neighborhood cat found them.

Tonight, I buried all three chicks on the side of the garage. I though Momma Robin might like them close by.