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.
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.