All four chicks have hatched.
Everything is going well. The parent robins accept our presence, perhaps thinking of us as large, lumbering beings of the urban forest, unpredictable, but with hearts in the right place, so that there is no need to fear us.
There is still plenty of need to put us into our places, as for example when we furtively try to water some plants on the balcony. I have visions of them looking at me like those films of "smart bombs" during Desert Storm, sort of a fly-by with a sudden zeroing in on some bald pate Saddam!
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