So anyway, we watched one of them, presumably a mother, produce this egg yesterday. For real, we sat there, as quietly as you can with the whole neighborhood playing in your house, and she totally laid the egg while we were watching.
And, as I said on Facebook, now I'm so stressed because this is where the nest is.
Underneath creep millions and billions and trillions of neighborhood cats. Through the yard careen packs of children, my own and everybody else's. Underneath is perched my compost bin, into which I dutifully place scraps and chicken manure. Nature is so thoughtless.
When I can't bear the stress and anxiety any more, I turn away and look upon our tiny tree, whatever it is.
Isn't it glorious? Most of the time there's a fat fat robin perched at the top shouting at me and the world.
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