Guests on Our Front Door
1One windy spring morning, I noticed bits of dry grass sticking out of the wreath on our front door. At first, I thought the wind had blown them there. Then a robin flew down with a twig in her beak and tucked it into the wreath.
2For the next few days, the robin kept bringing grass, twigs and mud. By the end of the week, a neat, round nest sat in the middle of the wreath. Mom taped a sign to the door that said, "Please use the back door!"
3A few days later, the robin flew away from the nest. While she was gone, Mom held up a small mirror so we could peek inside without touching anything. There were three blue eggs! After that, the mother robin spent most of each day sitting on the eggs to keep them warm.
4About two weeks later, I heard tiny peeping sounds. The eggs had hatched! The babies were tiny and pink, and their eyes were shut. Their mouths opened wide whenever a parent brought a worm.
5Day by day, the babies grew bigger and fluffier, and soon they had speckled feathers. Then, one morning, a young robin hopped to the edge of the wreath. It flapped its wings and fluttered down to the grass. Soon after, the others followed.
6By the next morning, the nest was empty. I felt a little sad. Now, whenever I hear a robin sing in our yard, I wonder if it is one of our birds.