A rather brave (or should I say foolish) robin has built her nest a mere 3 feet from our back door, atop the garden hose coiled around a wall bracket and right by the patio where I do most of my gardening.
Not only do we go in and out of the door a lot, but we also own two large dogs, Jack and Sparky, who spend a lot of time on the patio. Oddly, they haven’t paid much attention to Mrs. Robin so far, but I suspect their interest will pick up quickly once her babies have hatched and started chirping.
I do like having her there. I can watch her through the back door, sitting on the nest, warming four pretty blue eggs. Whenever we open the door she flies off—in the daytime, at least; at night, nothing will make her leave that nest.
If we just sit quietly or work on the other side of the patio from her nest, she’ll stay put. But of course, I’m moving around a lot when I’m planting containers, and the minute I get anywhere near the back door, Mrs. Robin flies up onto the roof and chirps angrily at me.
I am hoping against hope that I don’t open my door a week from now to find Jack with a mouthful of baby robins. We’ll see.
I hope to post some photos of Mrs. Robin on her nest, but it’s going to be tricky to get anywhere in her vicinity with a camera.