I thought there were only three babies in this tiny nest, but alas there are four. Several days ago I found one tossed on the ground shivering in a cool rain. I picked him up and placed him back in the nest, and all appears to be well. Great stuff.
We have lived in this house for sixteen Springs, but only in the last two has a robin’s nest been built in the identical location, where a gutter downspout meets my home. Last year we had three baby birds, and perhaps the same parents have again nested. Joy!