I have a Robin’s nest on my outside light door. She built it on the light because I guess she thought it was a good spot, out of harm’s way. Not the ideal spot for me, but I don’t mind so much. I’m glad that it’s there. Every time I try to get a photo of her on the nest up close, she flies away. I’ve been going out the garage door so as to disturb her as little as possible.
I’m so glad she’s there. The robin and her nest reminds me of the continuity of life, and how some things don’t change. I can’t wait until the babies hatch.