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Our New Neighbor

About three weeks ago or so, Jeff and I discovered a new neighbor had moved in. She is a quiet neighbor, mostly keeping to herself. She does keep a watchful eye on the comings and goings of the street though. 








Yep, our new neighbor is a little mama robin! She built her nest on our front porch. From the windows, we can likewise keep an eye on her. She doesn't seem to mind too much when we go in and out of the door, but keeps more distance when we're working in the front yard. 

Then, earlier this week, I noticed a little beak popped up while Mama was away. And then another. And a third! Three little beaks with puffy gray down heads waiting anxiously for Mama Robin to return with food. She has been very busy all week, collecting goodies for her babies, feeding them and then starting again.


One little baby head waiting anxiously for a meal!

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