Recently we packed up the trailer that was parked in our back yard and headed out to Blue Rock for some camping.

Despite staying up pretty late the first night (and each subsequent night) I was unable to sleep in that morning. Now, I like to think I’m a pretty hard sleeper so I was jealous to see that Desi had apparently no issues sleeping through the nest of baby birds yapping ALL FRICKIN MORNING LONG from the time the sun came up. cheep-cheep-cheep, cheep-cheep, cheep-cheep-cheep, cheep-cheep, cheep, cheep-cheep-cheep…. Holy Hanna did I want to shoot myself in the head to make it stop. I teased Desi about it all day- but then when we had guests in our camper who commented on it Desi suddenly remembered that our neighbor here at the house mentioned seeing robins making a nest in the oven vent.

Well, so we went to investigate and sure enough there was a whole 6-pack of birdies begging to be fed. They were shoved pretty far back- in fact from their location they would have been  in the wall just a foot above my head when I was trying to sleep.

We soaked a hamburger bun with a bit of water and hand fed them using a chop stick for three days on steady rotation. We were camping with 6 trailer fulls of family that weekend and everyone who wanted got to play Birdie Momma.

We drove home and unloaded the camper from the front of the house. We fed the birds one last time. Then we drove the trailer up the back alley and backed it up into the back yard. Everyone was silent and looking around- nervous that the Robin Parents had gone off and made another family. We quietly unhitched, drove the truck away, closed the gate and walked into the house to watch from the windows.

I kid you not, not 10 minutes later a male robin with a mouth full of worms swooped in to feed the babies. Both parents were there right away. I imagined them flying around the block all weekend long with mouthfulls of food going “I know I left them right here somewhere!”

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