ROBIN 126/365

We have been watching a nest of sparrows all weekend. On Saturday morning
there were four. And then Sunday morning there were three. We found one dead
on the porch. That was a little sad. I had high hopes for the other three.
They were perky and feisty. This morning I was still hopeful even though one
didn't seem to be moving as much as the others. Then after lunch there were
two. We found one dead in the grass below. That was too much for me and I
cried. Joe gave me hugs and kisses and didn't even tell me I was silly. So
this little one decided to fledge the nest at dinner time. He was safe
hopping and fluttering around on the front porch. (It's a second story
porch.) That's where he was when I took this shot. I just checked a little
while ago and the stupid thing is now down on the ground huddled next to the
stone wall. I hope his parents know where he is and feed him and keep him
warm and that he survives the night. I really am not cut out to be a mother.