Yesterday I awoke from a dream in which I was standing behind a window watching a blue jay attack the robin in her nest and, despite my screaming and clawing at the window, I was powerless to stop the assault.
It was the tenth day since I discovered a robin resting on four eggs in a nest in my holly tree.
I went outside in the afternoon to photograph the robin, but she wasn’t on the nest and I was too scared that if I went over to the nest I may find it empty of eggs, so I went back inside without taking any photos.
I think this whole robin and her eggs thing is getting to me just a bit, don’t you?
If you’re interested in the past nine days of posts on the robin and her eggs — the ones that lead up to my current level of sort of craziness — click on “Nestwatch 2010” below.