Birdland Diaries, Part 3

Do you know what happens when you leave your family planning decisions to robins? They side with your husband.

I checked the nest each day since my last post, and each day I saw this:


Until Friday, when I saw this:


Apparently Ms. Robin is a modern woman. She doesn't subscribe to any of society's—or Google's—conventions when it comes to family size. I bet she doesn't wear pantyhose either.

Look at the kids growing, thriving, keeping each other warm and toasty in the crazy tornado-and-hail weather:


The little Hanging-Basket Bird, on the other hand, is counting on the warmth of a bigger brood.

Tuesday:


Wednesday:


Thursday:


Friday:


That's how it remains today, so I'm guessing she's settled on her number. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall for the conversations between her and her honey while they came to that agreement.