It was so artful, with trailing dry grasses decorating it. I was blessed to be watching it when the two grown babies decided she wasn't coming back, and it was time to try their wings. They were standing on the edge of the nest, fully grown, shoulder to shoulder, watching for her to come back with their next meal. I could almost see them shrug their shoulders and tell each other it was time. Then they flew away. That was two years ago. Another bird built another nest on top of it this spring, and I was excited that we might have new babies to watch. But there was a wind storm a couple of weeks ago, and the two-story nest ended up on the ground.

i remember reading long ago a story that somone put out colored thread , string and ribbbon . the birds came in and took them away untill nothing was left.

I've been looking at robins and enjoying them all my life, but I never knew they have all that orange on the undersides of their wings until until now. Gorgeous!