The New Hotness

Last year, a pair of finches made several nesting attempts in the wreath at our front door, only the first of which succeeded.

This year, a pair of robins took over:

They’re considerably larger and we hoped would be more able to repel attackers. They also seemed to get off to a late start, as we saw young robins hopping around the yard with other adults while these birds were building their nest, so this may have been their second nest of the season.

The first egg appeared on 5 May:

Two weeks later, the first chick pipped:

Only a mother could love something like that, but they almost always do:

Floppy chicks are (still) floppy one day later:

Rapid growth is Job One:

Taking shape:

And then there were none:

The M50 trail camera was defunct, so we don’t know what happened to them. Mary didn’t hear a fuss through the adjacent bedroom window, which suggests something grabbed them while Ms Robin was off getting breakfast.

We took the wreath down and replaced it with a slate plaque, because we’d rather not know …