Four little birds (by our doorstep)...

We have a little family of robins living on our front porch. They were incredibly persistent about building the nest and won out when we went to Chicago for a weekend. We returned home from our trip to find them settled in and well established, so we decided to just cross our fingers and hope for a pleasant and symbiotic relationship.

Two wee babies appeared a few days ago, and we've been lucky enough to see two teeny tiny faces atop thin, long necks craning out above the rim with eager, wide open beaks in search of food. Typically, mama is either off in search of goodies or has flown away in fear of us. So we try to make our business quick and peek out from the living room window in order to watch the new babies eat.

I am grateful they chose to nest at our home. I am even more grateful they've chosen to live peacefully with us, rather than dive-bombing us our Ari in an attempt to keep their newborns safe. Perhaps they understand how much we respect them, and they see we have our own young to protect as they struggle to watch over their own.